As the ship swayed, rising up and down with the waves, he felt off-kilter; first time on a boat, and despite himself, it shows through. But he pays attention to it; he'd adapt to it pretty quickly, maybe even as soon as the very next day, but for now, he was bothered by the rocking. At least he didn't feel ill.<br/><br/>As the woman with the bells came down from her high perch, he maintained watching her. However, he felt eyes on him; someone elses eyes, to be exact. He could feel the gaze on him, partly because he was a perceptive individual, but also because he never allowed his mind to roam away from his immediate surroundings; he was alert in addition to be perceptive.<br/><br/>He turned slightly, to more fully watch the woman as she approached him. He waited, quietly, sizing her up (physically, for now), looking for any weapons she might be wearing openly or small lumps or bulges that may be indicative of a hidden weapon. Judging people on the fly was second nature for him; he was also quite good at this.<br/><br/>He waited for her to speak, his eyes locking on hers as he responded. Despite his answer being rather care free and casual, she might catch the glint of malice in his eyes; not directed at her in particular, mind you. "Aye. I knew what I wanted, and I figured out how to make it happen. So I did it, aye?" He says with the flash of a sly grin.<br/><br/>"You're an interesting bird." He says, quietly, almost to himself. "Let me ask ye something, lass, if ya don't mind?" Though this is rhetorical, he gives her absolutely no time to answer as to whether she'd mind it or not. "Are you fond of violence?"