Hoshiko listened and thought, as she stared out at the roiling sea with one hand on her chin. Her petiteness and generally childish appearance marked a strange contrast with her mature and thoughtful demeanor. "I agree," she said at last, "we should neither fight nor attempt to negotiate with the locals until we know far more than we do. I, at least, am willing to help with the capture of one of the villagers, and though the chill of night does not bother me, I am nonetheless happy to assist with setting up shelter; I only hope that we will not need to rely on it for long. How should we go about getting food?"