The boxes themselves didn't seem to be remarkable. They were clearly deliveries, addressed to the Captain Tilbert Boatwright, on the ship, and from all different sources that suggested different clothing craftsmen, art dealers, and grocers. In a few of them, there did appear to be more items due for disposal; old, threadbare shirts and chipped mugs.

Outside, the passenger took note of the weird shift in energy, slowing his march to slink more carefully with as much distance as he could manage between himself and the very casual men, trying not to look directly at them. Tony wasn't quite so subtle at watching him go, so his gaze was still on the softly stepping man's back when a voice from the same corner stuttered, "Y--you there!" Another footman, that didn't seem to know what to do next after pointing accusingly at the pair from the security of his corner as Tony startled to look back at him. "Stay where you are, please!"