[There's an adage that basically goes "Wherever Ryuji is, trouble will find him-" or, I might have made that up, but the sentiment is absolutely true. He'll follow Beat-o down to the docks, and just appreciate, for a moment, that the salt in the air is something that you can't get either in Tokyo, or on a space ship stranded out in the middle of nowhere. Nice.]

Can I drop you?

[THAT IS SERIOUSLY NO WAY TO INTRODUCE YOURSELF, NERD.

But Ryuji's grinning ear to ear. He knows what he meant.]

Ryuji. I'd draw ya the kanji but my handwriting even makes doctor's squint.

[Nope, no handshakes. Way too formal anyway. They'll have to work on a sick, dope ass handshake to share in secret.

But, as they round about the piers, he looks at the ships that are parked, refusing to go out into the Moonsea without a nightlight. What wimps.]

Man... hey, you're cool with lame shit, right? When I was a kid, I used to dream about bein' a pirate.