Lucius, unhelpfully, does not have an answer to that question. He watches the little machine as it burbles and dumps hot water on the tea, as it hisses and spits and little flecks of water spill out from the cheap lid. It's a marvel to him, not having to stoke a fire or anything to boil a kettle, so he barely minds the few stray drops that hit his arm.

He shrugs at Izzy and then looks back up.

They don't really chat and Izzy's already shut down small talk. Big talk, therefore, is the only thing left...even if he doesn't have an actual answer. Lucius hums a bit as he tries to formulate one.

"Well, as near as I can figure," Lucius begins and leans both arms back on the dresser so he can hop up and sit on the edge. "The idea was that two pirates alone can't do much on a ship the size of a city. Need extra hands. So Captain went looking for more and assembled a group of people who also don't want to be here so much."

He shrugs again as this is, really, all supposition.

"It's a nice group, lots of talent, even if we're not sure how to really...go about things."