Marsi, who had long since mastered the art of finding ways to lurk about without being obvious, even on board a ship, seemed to materialize at Kate's side as she exited her cabin, claymore in hand.<br/><br/>"Not that I question your wisdom," the petite woman offered, her accent coloring every syllable in a way that forced any audience to think of her distant homeland, "but we are about to depart the safety of your lovely ship, yes?  And go out into the woods.  Which are dark.  And full of ruffians.  Thugs.  Beasts.  Men with pointed teeth."  She shivered dramatically, seemed a hair's breadth from clinging to Kate's left arm like a child seeking comfort.  "And the sun is going down.  Is this wise?"<br/><br/>She tilted her face up, making eyes at Iron Kate in a way that had driven more than one crewmate to laughter over the past weeks.<br/><br/>"We will hardly be able to see what we are doing!  And there might be snakes.  Or wolves.  Or perhaps worse.  This is Montaigne, is it not?  There are Musketeers about!"<br/><br/>Ah, there.  There was the playful, coquettish pout Kate might expect Marsilia to employ when she was mostly teasing.  Then, with a final sigh, the tiny rogue fell back half a step.<br/><br/>"You are determined, of course.  It is for the good of the ship.  I understand.  Lead on, Mia Capitana.  I follow."