With her face angled away and her arms folding over her breasts, the half-orc woman almost looks like a fair-skinned, muscled half-elf.  When she opens her mouth to speak, there's a faint gleam of her angular lower-fangs, offset by her slight overbite, and the lamplight catches the pale green of her silhouette.  "Ber seems to trust you," she says softly, glancing over the half-elf's shoulder to ensure that they're not drawing undue attention.  "So... what do you need?  Is there a chance we'll get free from those..." she hesitates and shrugs toward the wooden ceiling, indicating those above decks.  She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, rolling her hips slightly, and angles her face closer.  "What can we do?"