Oh. Maker. He'd heard tell of a possible mailcarrier/captain with a shard, though he had yet to see--

"Captain Calamity." A nickname for a nickname. There's a particular tic in his cheek when he sets his jaw, but that's about it as far as reactions go. Reed glances askance at the interloper. "You don't clean up at all, as usual. I suppose you would be here, however. All those jewels and pockets positively dripping with coin, so much potential for networking some...shipping." Smuggling. He says the word with a barest raise of his brows.