As Tammy hits her golf ball, San was spinning his putter between his fingers as his eyes follow the colorful sphere down the course. He makes a sound when the ball just misses the hole.

"Or you're not used to playing golf on a ship." He states before indicating towards the hole. "If you're worried about loosing your spot, go ahead and putt again."

It wasn't the first time he's waited on others and probably won't be the last either. As long as he wasn't doing nothing for a year, he'd be content.