"So, what do you think's going on in there."
Frelav wasn't nosy, he was curious. A lot. When he was a kid, that almost cost him his life. He looked at the crew. Tyber Zann, some trader or something, the captain and inside there was the co-captain and the Doc, or at least he called him that. Then there was him. He had no friends besides himself.
"Hey, anybody got a beer?"