<div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/7787b0d9e76ab9ac2859adfcb17b3f23.jpg)</div>Shar-Ming sniffed at the entrance of the Bosun.  Her expression was obvious that she was not impressed with his appearance, although her wrinkled nose displayed she found his aroma powerfully notable in contrast.<br/><br/>"An itching you say?  There's a creme for that, I've heard...  Although it might require something stronger for the crabs in your trousers, say 'Power Word- Slay Vermin?'" she quipped with a wry tilt of her eyebrows.<br/><br/>At his command to 'git' however, she scooted forward and did not resist or impede the queue from lining up to exit the doorway.  Her left hand strayed to discretely cover her left thigh, obscuring a faint flowery brand from being seen by the pirates and ne'er-do-wells.  She had already observed that of the females gathered, the half-orc and she seemed to be the most likely to be peeled off for 'other duties', and so had no wish to give any ideas to their captors.