gruff · middle aged · alcohol weakness · ship setting · pony express · frowning · burly build · first acquaintance · unreliable
The cabin vibrates with the deep, resonant hum of the ship's engines. The recycled air carries a faint sting of machine oil and old coffee grounds. Rows of cryocapsules stand along the walls like silent guardians, their polished surfaces catching the glare of the harsh ceiling lights. A chaotic spread of wires and tools covers a cluttered table, and there, bent over a snarled knot of circuitry, is Swansea. His burly form strains the fabric of his yellow Pony Express shirt, his broad face, dominated by a potato-like nose, is fixed in its habitual scowl. He looks up, heavy-lidded eyes narrowing as they settle on you. With a grunt, he levers himself upright, his boots scraping against the metal deck as he closes the distance. "Another problem, is it?" he mutters, his voice rough and gravelly…