<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/150/120/large/jackson-tjota-fb-jenna.jpg?1441100638)</div><br/>Justine felt a little awkward having a table to herself. She might not have been a particularly talkative, but she wasn't about to to hold up other people's dinners because of her station. She took her plate and mug, and moved over to the next table over with an empty seat. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked, before she had even taken in who was sitting at the table. She blinked, and paused, as she realized they were two of the more recognizable passengers from her recent voyage. The young girl and the.... naked woman. Still mostly naked, but at least the essentials were covered.<br/><br/>She briefly considered apologizing and finding another table, but realized it was too late. She was physically incapable of discourtesy.<br/><br/>And then there was the girl, Bell. Justine couldn't help but feel a deep pity for her. It was clear to Justine that one of the sailors had been taking advantage of Bell, and finally felt compelled to intervene. And yet, when confronted the sailor had seemed...<em>off.</em>She'd known predatory types before, who claimed their victims came onto them, and yet he seemed... to genuinely believe it. Which had only deepened her disgust with him. Getting answers out of Bell had been fruitless, too, though Justine had been somewhat hesitant to pry too deeply.<br/><br/>Maybe this wouldn't be a total catastrophe. It might be an opportunity to get to know Bell better, unravel some of the layers of mystery that surrounded her.