(Initial luck: (3d6x5)[50])

Dean, clearly irritated by the inconvenience, mutters ”Already causing’ me problems, eh? Serves me right for wantin’ to help,” under his breath.

He grabs an oar, sits down, and looks up at the other passenger with a forced—and maybe a little apologetic?—smile. “Welp, I s’pose introductions are in order, eh? I’m Dean Mullins. I’d shake your hand, but it’s probably best that we just get to paddlin’. You ever operated one a these before?