"Mm, to a degree." He knows how to sail, as he knows how to do most things to some level of competency. His fingertips tap twice more, then he pushes himself away from the desk to move to a window instead. One thumb nail finds its way to his teeth to be pinched lightly between them, but not quite bitten.

"I dislike all this waiting," he mutters, a small frown drawing a line between his eyebrows. "The uncertainty of what we might find lacking next. It's vexing."