"That'll never happen, believe us." a certain drawling tone remarked, as a somewhat worse for wear looking<em>Effingham</em>joined them; she'd overheard the conversation that the two battleships had been having, but hadn't wanted to speak up until that moment. "Ari here's not that kind of a girl." she said firmly, before changing the subject for a moment. "Did you like the pig I managed to bag and cook up for us all last night?"