Rose felt quite out of place. She had a genuine desire to help, but... well, she doubted there was any cause for thievery on a warship. What the young woman had in grace and wit she lacked in brute strength. Even the magic-users of the group were able to give aid, and she felt utterly useless. Frowning slightly, she stood up from her spot next to Niomah, not exactly sure what to do with herself. Maybe she could just... try to stay out of sight until they reached their destination. Or perhaps she could try to engage with one of her comrades, as Niomah seemed quite popular at the moment and while the mystery of the mage intrigued her, it was also a bit intimidating.<br/><br/>She looked upwards toward the mast where the elf woman sat and decided it was not the right time to speak to her yet, as she seemed to be enjoying her peace and quiet. Rose realized that she was exhausted - being kept in a prison cell for the past few days didn't lend itself to sleeping well. With that, she wandered down to the hold, examining the hammocks and the various rooms they were kept in. She wasn't planning on sleeping, but she did take a seat on one of the hammocks, putting her head in her hands and breathing deeply. For the first time, she was scared - scared of people, scared of the task they'd been set out to accomplish. At the moment she wasn't sure if she preferred this or jail.