Casimir needed to go for a run. He needed to go for a run, or he needed some strong alcohol, or he needed to scream at the top of his lungs in an empty place. He needed to relax, and since being in lock down and on the ship, he hadn’t been able to do that. Seeking out Luce, he thought it might help his stress in a few ways. One, he would know that his cousin was alright, and two, she might be able to sneak some alcohol from somewhere with him.
Finding her easily, he came up beside her with his hands pressed into his pockets, taking a deep breath, looking around before looking over to her. “So, what do you think of this new place?” he asked, gesturing around them. “And do you think we could bribe someone for some alcohol? Because I’m quite parched.”