Manaan<br/><br/>A low growl formed in his throat as she spoke to him. He knew she was close, and her idea of company was going to be a far cry different then his own idea of company. What he wouldn't do to have a gag, or something to shove in her mouth and shut her up. Still he had lost the 'fair' fight, and for that he was subject to this punishment and torture she was now subjecting him to. Her taunting about the fight didn't do any good at improving his mood. Trent just continued along the path, the hot sun now beating down, the sooner they started heading out the better it would be. He noticed along the way that Sveta was getting food in a bag, presumably for the both of them, at least he assumed as much. That was a bonus, so there was some usefulness to having the bookworm around.<br/><br/><br/>As they made it onto his<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.boatdesign.net%2Fattachments%2Fyun_1474-jpg.96687%2F&amp;hash=ef6caa00545111cc68ab97282bde21a7" href="https://www.boatdesign.net/attachments/yun_1474-jpg.96687/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> boat,</a>his dried blood adorned it from the injuries he arrived with, he untied it and got the motor running. Once he had it pulled out of the harbor, he set course down river, making sure to go slow in case the depth suddenly changed, and as a way to keep the engine quiet should trouble come looking for them. He had tried to ignore her up to this point, and he was doing a great job of it, but there was only so long the silent treatment would prove to be effective. He took the apple from her and took a bite from it, the sweet juices attacked his taste buds with vigor as some of it dripped out of the side of his mouth. He brought his arm up to wipe it away as he chewed and swallowed. "No, I suppose I cannot ignore you forever, and I rather enjoy the boat. Generally more privacy since I was by myself, less worry about being attacked, and quicker movements around."<br/><br/><br/>Trent took another bite of the apple, smaller this time so that he didn't make a mess of it. "Look, I wasn't always this distant from people, but ten years of running, ten years of being chased by soldiers and mercenaries, super soldiers at that, it doesn't exactly make someone very happy. I just spent ten years in the former Japanese empire, most of them didn't understand a word I said, so I didn't exactly talk much. Just came to mutual understandings with people around me as I traveled from one place to the next."<br/><br/><br/>Trent went inside the cabin once more and found some cleaning supplies, a mop and a bottle of bleach spray. "Since you want to tag along how about you help clean the deck of the boat while I drive." It really wasn't phrased like a question, as he curled his fingers around the wood of the steering wheel and went back to piloting them. He didn't quite know how she would respond. Sveta seemed like quite the firecracker, but she would either learn her place, or he would throw her ass overboard and see how well she could swim.