The racket from the woman named Ruby One-Eye caused Thandiwe to open an eye. She smiled at her misfortune, though don't misunderstand, she doesn't want the woman dead or hurt. She's simply amused by Civilized people having accidents. If you hadn't guessed by now, she isn't too fond of the so called Civilized world.<br/><br/>Which is what first irked her, when Deacon approached her. She opened both her eyes and gave the man a long stare as he started talking. The accents in this world would never cease to both amaze and annoy her. But the man seemed nice enough, at least he had the guts to approach her. She was much taller than the man, so she had to look down in order for their eyes to meet.<span style="color: #A07A0D">"De name's Thandiwe Tichawona."</span>Pronouncing her name rapidly and speaking in a thick southern accent. She made no effort to shake his hand however, even after living in this place for 10 years, she still thought the whole handshaking thing was odd.<br/><br/>But a thought crossed her mind, just when she was ready to shrug the man off. She was going to need people she would be able to get along with, after all, how long was this ship to set out? Days? Weeks? She honestly had no idea. The man seemed pleasant enough, for as far as the Civilized people went. And he was a doctor, no? She might be able to pick up a thing or two from him and get out of that kitchen. Everything was better than working somewhere with that spider crawling around.<br/><br/>Her expression changed a bit, going from cold to somewhat warming. For as much as the facial paint could make her expression warmer.<span style="color: #A07A0D">"I am de ship's cook."</span>Choosing to omit the assistant part due to her pride. Pointing a thumb over her shoulder, towards the open sea.<span style="color: #A07A0D">"Dere's a storm comin', so ya better enjoy the sun while ya still can."</span>Returning to her previous position, head held high, eyes closed and the sun pleasantly warming her body.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>