Michael doesn't find himself thrilled with the overly familiar cabin arrangements either. In his case, though, the company is the issue. Wanda is a presence he's no longer totally certain he can trust, and her beau seems eternally seasick. He whines enough to be counted as at least three people. It's absurd to have forced someone like him into accepting sleeping arrangements in the first place. Michael takes strolls on the deck to alleviate those eight hour stretches of overnight boredom, but just as often winds up being herded back to the cabin.

As if he's going to fall off. As if he couldn't fly himself back onto the ship if he did. As if he's up to something. Who do they take him for, Lucifer?

At least during the day he's left to explore the ship mostly unrestricted. Trying to wander into some of the service areas gets one turned away, but there's still space and people enough that simple observation has kept him engaged thus far.

He's weaving through the current crowd, looking to pass into a quieter area of the ship, when he nearly bumps into her. Michael takes a quick glance around. He doesn't see any of the Winchesters in the area, and he doesn't sense any of his brothers in proximity. How convenient to find her yet again unaccompanied by hostile company.

"Jo," he greets. "Enjoying being trapped on a boat with your fellow Summoned?"

His tone says that he is getting very close to being done with this trip.