Following Beriana's lead, Mathle finishes her rum ration and rises to leave-- his hand on her ass was a bit more than she'd expected, but the jadeite-skinned girl doesn't show any reaction as he pats the sensitive flesh under worn fabric.  She smiles at the massive man, turns smoothly away, her empty cup in tow.  She slides in among the cramped sailers in the hold, one hand at her side and the other finding a path past the sweat-reeking men and women who crowd the tables.<br/><br/>When she clears enough space to square her shoulders, Beriana pauses alongside Lantis, shrugs to let a deckand pass them by, then makes eye-contact with the half-elf for a pointed moment before heading toward the crews' quarters.