Ikol waited quietly as she looked to Miro, he seemed to be in thought till he spoke to her. Sure he'd deck the guys, but most of them were used to fighting together and were rough to women from what she had seen a long before. As Miro looked to the sea, she did too. Listening quietly the girl tilted her head; the sea called him? What was he saying? How could a sea call someone? His eyes began that weird look again and she looked at him. Though she was curious. The two were weird, and he acted like his friend was different. She looked back at the sea before paling. She felt sick, no one knew she was a girl, not even the thugs. His question made her sick, even the second part about her duty or being friend. She moved and leaned on the rail with a groan.<br/><br/>"I just don't want you both ending up hurt... not because of what I need to do... I have no real friends..." she curled up against the rail. She needed to go lay down. Miro knew, Kona didn't probably. Never in her life did she know anyone who could tell, she closed her eyes and began looking sea sick. Pulling herself up she wobbled and groaned, "Ask Tes for a tour... I need to go lay down... my stomach is hurting me." she went and clutched her stomach as she went and talked to Tes. He nodded and let her into his cabin. She wandered to the couch and curled up. Her back to the entrance. Tes walked over, wondering why she asked him to do her job. She didn't look too well. Maybe she'd be better after resting, "So ya want a l ook roun' the ship?"