"Everyone works on this ship. Even the people who'd prefer not." He shrugs, tries to shove his hands in pockets the uniform doesn't have, and thinks angry thoughts about the loss of his coat again. He switches the gesture last moment, clasping his hands behind his back. He really does need to calm down, stop being quite so chatty, but... it's a little hard, faced with his brother. "They haven't caught you in their contract already?"

Not that he thinks that terribly likely. More likely, he was caught still disorientated just like the rest of him. Still. Deflect, evade answering in too much detail, find out what he can.