Red nodded during the explanation Captain Yuriko gave - yeah, that was true, he'd cleaned off enough of them. All the scuff marks and rock dents and laser burns, they seemed to get roughed up pretty easily, and some had even gotten those marks while docking. Funny what a person remembered, right? He also probably learned at one point why they didn't turn well, but he couldn't remember that. Again, funny what a person remembered, right? Oh well, probably wasn't important and besides, cargo ships usually carried cargo, not weapons. So the whole thing sounded really easy. Two others came in while she talked; he barely paid them any notice, mostly busy trying to remember the thing he couldn't remember, even tapping the side of his head with his knuckles, to no avail. 

"So I help carry the cargo out, right? Don't really need navigation for this." Had he spoken up enough to be heard? He wasn't sure. One of the other crew members didn't seem... happy at the plan, which was odd because it seemed like a good plan. The footsteps... stopped echoing before the doorway. Huh. Maybe Red needed to check with the doctor before the meeting ended. Hearing seemed off.