[Ben is aware of Abigail, of course, and would be even if he didn't have his warden item telling him which of the newly immature passengers is her. He'd been confused at first with the sheer amount of movement he'd registered but once he found her, he'd understood.
He hadn't tried to say anything. Just followed her until his shift began in the kitchens, and then greeted her when she showed up anyway, to his surprise. There are far too many children, all extremely ill-behaved, making him feel anxious both because of and for them - so he keeps an eye on her while he goes about Rhade-learned methods for feeding them all, until there's a lull.
He's uncertain, visibly so, like a domestic creature approaching something he should recognize but doesn't entirely when he puts down the towel he's just finished using to wipe down his working area of the counter, nervously wiping each of his fingers long after they're clean.]
[ Kitchen Spam ]
He hadn't tried to say anything. Just followed her until his shift began in the kitchens, and then greeted her when she showed up anyway, to his surprise. There are far too many children, all extremely ill-behaved, making him feel anxious both because of and for them - so he keeps an eye on her while he goes about Rhade-learned methods for feeding them all, until there's a lull.
He's uncertain, visibly so, like a domestic creature approaching something he should recognize but doesn't entirely when he puts down the towel he's just finished using to wipe down his working area of the counter, nervously wiping each of his fingers long after they're clean.]
Abigail. Do you require anything?