The feel of the deck shifting beneath her took some getting used to, and Yamashita was grateful for the years she'd spent training for Shirabyooshi. Her balance, even on a ship, was excellent, and she picked her way across the deck, eyes taking in details of the sheets and sails as she went. Once inside she paused, eyes roaming the room to discover it was not too different from her own. Practical, useful, and organised, though she had kept maps in a chamber she'd shared with others so that strategic planning need not be done in an intimate space. Here space was clearly at a premium, and so she did not immediately move away from Cervantes when he approached her, assuming that he intended to move<em>past </em>her, rather than<em>to </em>her.<br/><br/>When his hand closed around her throat, hers came up to grip his wrist firmly, her thumb seated in the tender spot between bones. She stared at him for a long moment, and then nodded, waiting for him to release her, and when he did, she began to unbuckle her armour. He already had her tanto, and the tachi had been taken before they boarded the boat. It seemed unlikely that he would take her word that there was nothing else, so she undressed in front of him, down to the thin linen clothes that went under the padding for her armour.<br/><br/>There were no other weapons on her person, as Cervantes would see, her slender body revealed by the garments beneath.