Glancing to the two again, the woman seemed rather upset at the idea of NOT fucking in a public place. Finding it rather odd to want to have sex in a room full of people, she tsked softly to herself before looking back at Dymian only to find his emeralds staring at her. Shrugging, her fingers placed with the cup Zharia held, running the finger tip along the rim touching. "Why are you going from one port to the next? Because you can?" Perking a brow, Zharia's expression changed from scowling at the two, to looking bright and excited at the mention of traveling the world. She'd not seen much, being poor and living on the street for most of her life up until she started dancing. "I can fight..." Tapping a finger at her cheek she sighed softly, wondering what to say. "I can... probably manage a decent meal, maybe... if maybe is good enough then..." Looking to Fathi she shrugged and turned back to Dymian, staring in to his eyes, "I'd like to come. I think I could he helpful, and it would get me away from...my problems."