"...Yes, I do want to live, but being under your crazy captain's rule isn't something I would like any better than being used as ammunition."<br/><br/>"Says the lass who snuck aboard a flying ship after its crew burned her home to the ground. Ye'd fit right in with the crazies on this ship fer expectin' anything but a slow death up here, lass. Bein' one of us wouldn't help yer odds much, either - when the captain's in a bad mood, it's the useful ones who get his mercy, pirates or no." the Crow muttered.<br/><br/>Aris let out a small laugh, genuine this time, before allowing the man to continue the converstaion. Even though she was a prisoner aboard the Flying Rotsman, and the men aboard would rather rape or use her like ammunition than speak with her, Aris still had a bit of humor, even if it was dry from weeks in isolation. She was willing to laugh at dark jokes, though this one was about her, she cared not. If a man, though covered fully with sharp weapons, was willing to converse with her on casual terms, she would take her chances with any danger that could ensue.<br/><br/>"You asked me why I care 'bout yer life, but that ain't the right question t' ask. What ye should be askin' is 'How do I make meself useful without sleepin' with half the crew in a single night?'. Since yer so damn curious, though, I'll tell ye anyways - I hate these people, an' they hate me 'least as much, 'cept without the courtesy to keep it to just words. I sleep up in this basket 'cause nobody would say a thing to the captain if I woke up one day with both me legs broken, an' I stay on this ship 'cause these rats're going t' make me rich whether they like it or not. Only problem is, spending all day up here leaves me with more 'n enough time to think, but nobody to share me thoughts with. That's where you come in, lass."<br/><br/>Aris leaned in intently, wondering what in the world he could want with her of all people. It was fully understandable that this pirate would not be keen on being near his "fellow" mates, but break his legs?<span style="font-style: italic">I did stab a man in the foot</span>, she thought,<span style="font-style: italic">and that was merely for him trying me</span>.  She looked him over, he did not look like a man who could win in a fist fight, as most of the men had done while she was in the hold from the sound of it. Even if he had that many weapons on his person at one time, he likely couldn't overpower one of those brutes, let alone more than one.<br/><br/>He gave her an offer: she would give him something to mull over, and he would help her survive aboard the ship.<span style="font-style: italic">I have been given far too many deals today for my own good, but...</span>Aris nodded promptly.<br/><br/>"I hardly see why a pirate would want companionship from a little stowaway like me, Mr. Crow. Especially considering you're the one who should be looking out for carryons." She smirked, and added "If we're going to be having little talks every once in a while, you should know what to call me. The captian called me "Chaos-Heart Aris" earlier this evening, you can call me that, or Aris if you want. No clue what gave that man the idea for that nickname, but he seems to know proper monikers. After all, he calls you the Crow."