" Damn, chew b'fore ya swallow, Steele." Grinned merrily at the tan helmsman, it seemed he took his wishes to guard and guide the ship as best as possible. It was that mixture of bravado and honor that made her glad to be in a group again, among the strange mixture of smells and faces though that was saying if they could all get along on this dingy life boat of a ship. Sure, it needed loves of work and loving, maybe even a trade up, but the serpent blooded dwarven dame had a good feeling about this.<br/><br/>" Haven't checked the hull of this lil boat, I doubt da engine stands 'gainst d'oes winds." Clang chips in and bumps Nuvia's shoulder while she peeled that healthy little orange. " Hell knows once da coin comes pourin' in, gunna fix dat lil problem. Heh. Wut 'bout ya, chickadee? Anythin' yer hopin' ta get outta sailin?"   Eating a piece of egg, her eyes occasionally shifted toward the large tiger that seemed to be heading in, Corbin left out of sight, perhaps a new voice, a woman's voice, would be the sound of the last crew member they might take on before the sailing could begin.<br/><br/><br/><br/>