[ Mario, for his part, is soaking wet, from toe to tip. He doesn't really seem aware of it, though wet denim can't be comfortable. His shoes have enough traction, and that's all he really cares about.

That, and the glow at the end of the hall. A person! Relieved to find some company, Mario trots towards Neuvillette. ]

Er, no. Or...

[ He doesn't need help or anything. He hasn't had much trouble navigating the ship, and he can't exactly be lost when he's in somewhere new. He knows it's a cruise ship, he knows there's something spooky going on, he just doesn't know... ]

You wouldn't happen to know we are, would you? I can't even find the name of this ship! Usually that kinda thing is plastered all over the walls!

[ He's smiling. It's a crack at humor. ]