"Technically," Krok answers wryly, "because of our group, I was merely the least unqualified for command at the time. They all sort of decided I should be the captain." He rests his chin in one hand and doesn't quite smile. "I suppose if we ever run into an actual officer who even wants us, I'll no longer have that responsibility." And he suddenly finds he doesn't like the idea of them being taken from him at all.

He seizes on a less troubling topic before he can sour the mood.

"As for the candles," he says, and he doesn't quite sigh or chuckle, but does both at the same time. "I'm not sure why he does it because he's never explained it and I've never asked him, but Spinister seems to have problems with lights sometimes. Unreliable lights more than anything else. He hates when they flicker."