Before the master gunner left to find word of his duties, Safira had ignored his nod with ease. She wasn't particularly good at socializing with people. She had lived her youth as a wild thing, and the first set of bandits who'd picked her up and realized what she could do had been a bit too late. Not that the lives of bandits were particularly rich in social pleasantries either. The best way to make her realize that attention was required was to be injured, or else stand in front of her and speak directly to her as Alford had.<br/><br/>Without looking up, Safira responded to him, "Oh this one has already learned the lesson, you need not worry for me." She finished with the carpenter and released his arm from her grasp. When the mate raised his eyebrows and made a statement into a question, she lifted her eyes to meet his. For a moment she looked straight at Alford, cool and calm as she asked, "My skill at taking them apart or putting them together?"<br/><br/>After that icy challenge her eyes lost focus, becoming dark and dreamy. There was a sense she was seeing something else, that the men standing with her were invisible now. Lashes lowered moments later to disguise their indigo depths and she clicked her tongue softly against the roof of her mouth, "There's food now." The words seemed to put a lie to the impression that she could no longer see the men, unless of course she was in the habit of speaking to herself. Seeming to have forgotten that she had been somewhat involved in a conversation, or rather awaiting a response to her own challenge, she began to move gracefully toward the ladder up to the level with the mess. For a landlubber, the sway of the ship upon the waves didn't seem to catch her up at all.