The leather pieces don't bother him, but he frowns at the compass. That's... annoying, but he'll take it anyway. The stickpin is worth holding on to, as are the coins... but he holds up the keys. "Wonder what these go to? ... Maybe the stuff we kicked open."

"It's a powder that gets ignited by either a mechanism or aether and propels bullets. So if that's what gunpowder is then yes, probably the same." He's tinkered with them enough to figure out how they work and how to adapt them to his own fighting style... but it's a shame he didn't bring his gun with him. It's quite nice, if a little unconventional due to his modifications.

Traps in the way? He's not so sure. "True, but I suspect the sinking was unexpected. And unless they were setting traps for their crewmates, I don't think there's much to worry about." In his experience crews are much like families and trust each other as such - at least to a point. Then again some families are more dysfunctional than others...

He stands up once he's done with the skeleton, resisting the childish urge to put it in a funny pose to surprise the next person who finds it. He wanders over to a cabinet and pulls it open, revealing half-rotted coats. He tilts his head and stares at it a moment. "I bet I could fix some of these up and trade them..."