"It's Sian," she tells Ausk, smiling a little and downcasting, even half-turning her face away at being spoken to except to be given orders.  She accepts the tea with her free hand and nods politely, if a bit awkwardly, at Nel.  Unused to finery, she grins, even white teeth bared on one side only as she self-consciously keeps her grin lopsided and her cheek turned in order to protect signs of old wounds.  "It's quite nice," she says softly, "thank ye."  She sips it very lightly, then scans the horizon to avoid eye contact or betrayal of her skeptical vigilance and questioning of her new companions.  She watches the light brown sheen of the tea in its cup angle and level with the motions of the craft beneath them.<br/><br/>At this point, she listens, she studies, and she waits for orders or need or a night's rest or meals, and despite her wariness she is extremely happy.  These people were well-dressed, civil-speaking, brave and strange and new.  She was going to<i>adventure</i>now, and these men and women would be part of it.  Hoping they wouldn't think her a stupid hick, or an expendible grunt, the young woman refused to allow for the possibility that they might think<i>well</i>of her, even start to care for her the way that... some in her past never did.  It was terrifying and exciting that these would be her companions-- her allies, perhaps friends?  Perhaps brothers and sisters in death, should they fail.  But would that be so terrible..? to die on an adventure and have tales told?