[Oh, the little involuntary cringe that crawls up his shoulders at that last part. But Shinjiro closes his eyes, lets the feeling pass through him rather than get embarrassed and defensive and derail his whole point.

A little puff of air leaves him and he rubs at his neck a moment before he recovers.]

Yeah, you wanna help. But when that's all you talk about, the ways you want to improve shit, it just seems like ... the harbor can't be that safe a place if your own ship sank in it. You know?

[He shakes his head.]

Gotta make room for patching it up over there, for other ships to join it in that.