SS Nirvana - Cargo Bay
Andre squirmed visibly as the kind heart he has warred with the practical survivalist he adopted to live in a universe where a literal pinhole would kill you, slowly, painfully, inexorably, and completely. "The problem I have is not about freeing slaves that fell by us... The issue is that none of these creatures, my accidental gremlin included, are known limits. Could it kill me with its brain by interrupting my neuroelectric impulses and it would be like flipping a switch?
My mind crawls with ways we all die horribly and unknown limits are the source because I have lived in known all my life. Until... Pretty much today. I'll get some tea and robes and we will rotate them out, but no more unboxing until Captain says alright? And we get some actual in house scans on these to be sure?" he realizes he was in deep panic from demons, magic, and such. He just needed to get recentered maybe sleep and put some time into discovering a few more of the limits around him. It was a big universe after all.