"Stop pretending!" Fatty said decisively, "Do you know, Commander Barbarossa, under my keen observation, you've shown at least four flaws!"
"Flaws?" Barbarossa looked puzzled, "What flaws? You've got me confused, I really don't..."
"Won't admit it? Then let me tell you how I recognized you!" Fatty patted Barbarossa's shoulder, interrupting his defense, with a cheerful smile, "First, these two escort ships have a total carrying capacity of sixty people, but there's one more person on this ship. On a combat ship where the number of people is strictly regulated, one extra person is indeed quite suspicious..."
Barbarossa's heart sank. What Fatty said was indeed a flaw. When he boarded the ship, he hadn't considered how long he would stay. On a strictly equipped combat ship, one extra person must be someone special.
