Well, that one shot his eyebrows up even as he was stepping back from the handshake. He nodded in the affirmative, glancing at Scott briefly before returning his gaze to Lowe. "Ordinary seaman, sir."

Harold decided to keep his mouth shut unless he was asked any direct questions. He didn't really want to volunteer that he was the Captain's pet; he feared the men in front of him would recoil at that knowledge, toss him aside.

"Please, allow me to repay this kindness, sir. Put my hand to whatever you will."