He huffs a laugh through his nose. So much for subtlety.

“I don’t abuse what doesn’t belong to me, you can trust in that.” Ram having to hide it whilst living in the barracks tells him all that he needs about the lengths he’s had to go through to preserve his possessions. He thinks about his days still sleeping with the crew in the converted mess - he would sleep with his things secreted underneath his pillow.

“I do,” he tells him, grabbing the ratty broom they’d scrounged from another abandoned cabin. He sweeps with the handle carefully anchored against his wrist, a slow but well-practiced process. “I enjoy doing things for myself. Always have. But things are just expected of you when you grow in the ranks.”