Ohhhh. Buttons.

There was nowhere else for his eyes to go! As soon as the door was opened, there they were. Undone. Leaving just enough of (Who was he looking for again?)'s chest to be a temptation, but not a scandal.

Edwin smiled at the curt greeting given.

Without further ado, he stepped inside, following after Mr. Rolled-Up Sleeves with a casual, confident stride. His wandering gaze found the rifle before anything else, but did not linger long. A man ought to have means to defend himself, or... something like that, something else that Edwin didn't care enough about. His eyes danced over a newspaper, caught but a glimpse of a familiar headline before the other man spoke.

“Indeed,” he said, solemn. “I just returned from a rather long expedition at sea, in fact.”

It had been a long expedition. There just hadn’t been any water or boats involved. Edwin crossed the room, inspecting what he could of it without daring to look too curious.

“I’m here to offer my services, should you still be in need of a crew.”