The sun was too way down by the time they finished building most of the raft. The air a chill and windy, sky almost too dark to even see and no sunlight left to take advantage of for drying linens. Naomi stretched her body all sore from the work but it was mostly her waist that complained. She had spent a good amount of time squatting. "I'll take the space below deck." She said massaging her neck with her right hand, her left on her hip. "And I'll take the first watch if it's needed." She added. The three of them were the only ones still up for a discussion. The rest were already snugged on the deck, either too tired or simply didn't care.<br/><br/>She had also become concerned over Blondie because she had admitted that she is not much of a fighter. Perhaps not all survivors who had made it were fighters, she thought to herself. She just hoped that the petite blonde could carry her own weight.