[ really, he doesn't find himself too surprised that a dragon would gobble down a fish, even though eliot is a tad tempted to ask if he needs a napkin. luckily for everyone else, a glint seems to flick into his sight from the ferry, so he's cut off by his own curiosity. his eyes stay locked to the point as he answers the others: ] Honestly? It's so dark in Beacon--well, now--I can't really tell? But. I guess it's similar too, yeah.

[ after a moment, there's the glint again, and he squints. his hand raises to dial back the sunlight hitting his eyes. angling to get a better look, he starts toward the beached ferry. ]

Are you guys seeing that? On the ferry. Sheet metal? Do you think it's from the processing plant?

[ but how the hell did it end up here? is the thing even manned?

eliot scans nearby, trying to gauge the best way aboard the vessel. ]