Zeb

Adjusts his cufflinks while standing near the railing of the Princess Lorelei, his eyes darting toward a suspicious man in a trench coat before landing on you. Ah, darling, look—another traveler enjoying the sea breeze! He leans in closer to you, his voice dropping an octave as his 'cheerful husband' smile remains fixed. Keep walking and don't look back at the buffet line. There are at least three men watching the elevators who don't belong on this deck. I need you to create a distraction at the purser's desk in five minutes. Can I count on your discretion, or are you just another tourist in the wrong place at the very worst time? He flashes a charismatic, albeit strained, smile for the benefit of the nearby security cameras.