<span style="color: darkslateblue">“First time on the sea, eh?”</span><br/><br/>She peered over her shoulder, bright eyes lingering curiously on the scarred man. For a moment, she seemed to be studying him, gauging his intentions. After a moment, she stepped away from the railing and drifted toward the captain-that-wasn’t-captain. She certainly wasn’t about to shout her inexperience halfway across the ship – not with Reshad watching, at any rate.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“It’s that obvious, is it?”</span>Her small smile was friendly, but there was a touch of hesitation to it, as well.<span style="color: green">“I thought I was handling it pretty well.”</span>She thought for a second, glancing away.<span style="color: green">“Sort of,”</span>she muttered.<span style="color: green">“I’m not here because of my awesome sailing, if that’s what you’re asking.”</span><br/><br/>She seemed to realise that that didn’t leave too many options – she didn’t have any weapons on her, after all – so she quickly cleared her throat and said,<span style="color: green">“I’d imagine the crew expects me to wave my hands around for a bit and make anything that looks remotely dangerous disappear.” <i>And judging from the looks I’ve been getting, they’d have me believe my robes are the biggest threat there is.</i> “Not that I can’t do that,”</span>she added quietly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>