Thandiwe couldn't help but chuckle when Deacon tried to pronounce her name. It was one of those other guilty pleasures she enjoyed about the Civilized people.<span style="color: #A07A0D">"Ya can call me Chaikora, if dat's easier for ya."</span>Turning back to him with a smile. The man seemed nice, for a Civilized person. He gave her a sense of safety, something about that smile of his.<span style="color: #A07A0D">"And I have no talent of observation, I can merely see de dark clouds in de distance."</span>She once more pointed out to the darkening clouds that were rolling along the horizon. Honestly, everybody would've noticed that if they had taken the time to look out into the distance.<br/><br/>She turned around, now leaning on her arms and thanks to her larger than average height, slightly bend over the railing.<span style="color: #A07A0D">"So tell me Deacon Harland, what brings a doctor to a ship like dis?"</span>Beckoning her surrounds with her right arm. She was of course unaware of his reputation, being new to this business and all. It seemed wise for her to make some friends aboard this ship, if she ever needed help with her... rituals.<br/><br/>The commotion in the background made it apparent that they would be setting out soon. She couldn't help but wonder where to, but it wasn't her task to know. She kinda wanted some alone time with Weasel, to see if she could decipher more of that vision. But so far, the both of them seemed to have constantly missed each other. Perhaps she should mention this vision to Louise? But she wasn't too sure how heavily she believed in visions, most Civilized people didn't, casting them aside as just dreams or hallucinations.<span style="color: #A07A0D"><i>Bah, savages.</i></span>She thought to herself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>