Efraim was silent and didn’t write anything, partly because they were still amazed that Sanger said “either of you,” like he actually noticed they were there, and partly because they also didn’t have any ideas. Then one came to mind. Perhaps we should inform the Captain? they suggested, writing quickly.
Sanger reached out a hand to the floating notebook, which he'd noticed from years of hunting the biggest animals to the smallest. "No! I mean, I can handle it." he took the hand back.
Efraim shut the notebook, a little taken aback by the man’s reaction. They looked down at their nonexistent feet, and did not open the notebook to say any more. They let out an audible sigh. Maybe it was a bad idea. They remembered how well the Captain reacted to Dorian. Perhaps going to him wouldn’t do much.
Sanger sighed. "Sorry." Dorian appeared to be edging away, trying to get away again, but Sanger caught him by the ankle and slammed the skinny stick of a man to the ground. "Don't even think about it, buster." he said.