Storm coughed and then spat, continuing to seem relaxed for now, as the would be captain barked out his orders, for fucks sake she had seen his type before. Also she had punched a few,  which earned  the woman a few more scars across her back. However she was not one to keep her mouth shut.<br/><br/>“Look Big Gob, why the fack da yeah fink I am blaady askin’ Sweetcheecks ta bring be a jag and bastard candle. I ‘as me booze and trast me it’ll burn the buggers like a dream. Sam of as don’t ‘ave magic.” Storm had a gruff and grizzled tone to her voice and seemed to speak with little respect  still this was a woman that had obviously seen action and was certainly unperturbed by what she saw.<br/><br/>Storm had used this tactic many time before in the past, and it usually worked, sometimes one just had to use practical methods, after all she had never had the luxury of magic...holy or otherwise in her past.<br/><br/>(If he is bossy Storm is just a grumpy bitch :) )<br/>