Emmett's toleration for whatever this is is being vastly underestimated right now. Raising an eyebrow in genuine, albeit badly disguised interest, he looked at the man. "Truly? How terrible," he said with faux-melancholy in his voice. Somehow, he got an iffy feeling from the guy, which meant that he probably was a criminal or something. Huh. "perhaps if you gave me more details about your ship I could help you back to it?" Or he could just feed his journalist friends this story.