"... like a ghost?"

He looked at her, then back at the door. His jaw seemed to tighten, and he stood up a bit straighter and headed, determined, towards the door.

"Well, the captain won't be pleased to see -that- money wasted," Ashon murmured as he looked at the floor. Without thought he grabbed the broom beside the door, beginning to sweep up the meal as best he could even as he took in everything else.

"Certainly looks like a whirlwind went a-runnin' through here. You sure it weren't someone on th' ship?" He said, gesturing to the footprints in the meal. "Were you here when it happened, or did you find it this way?"

Still, he was mostly sweeping to keep his hands from going unsteady. His voice had gone very very carefully lighthearted, rehearsed, almost. Even if it was someone from the crew while Rosie had been out, that meant someone was messing with his galley. His cooking pots. His knives. He had worked very hard on getting everything right...

"So no one's been in here, an' this happens." Ashon paused in his sweeping, leaning thoughtfully on his broom. He turned his brooding-face towards the pot lying on the floor before he walked over to it and picked it up, putting it back in its rightful place.

"Funny thing is, I used to think ghosts were just... makin' shit up to explain why stuff happens. I've had that jarred out of me a bit, since then." He turned to look at her, then around at the mess the galley had become.

"You were worried it'd make me nervous to know," he said, not-quite-flatly. "Does that mean you think it's somethin' to do with what the ship were for before?"

Ashon shook his head, slowly. "They'd raise one hell of a loud complaint if they were havin' trouble, I know this crew. There's not a single thing happens here th' whole ship's not damn aware of in five minutes' time."

He laid a hand on the wall beside the pot he'd just hung up, like he was comforting it.

"So just th' kitchen then. But I haven't seen anything," he said slowly, turning around to look at her again. "An' thus far nothin's happened around me, an' I've been cook on this ship for a while now. So, why now?"

Ashon looked at her blankly, then let out a bark of laughter that was only a little uneasy and put his hands over his face, staring at his reflection in the underside of the pot before dropping his hands and turning back to her.

"Lang thinks the galley's jealous of you?"