"It would seem you travel in good company, then." Habit engulfs Shioki's hand in a firm grip, Lorraine's hands rougher than some. She turns a worried look upward and outward - did they say /snow/?! - so that, while she hears the rest, she does not have a comment for it, although as she listens, her demeanor shifts subtlely to one that does not match her rough garb. Then she seems to catch herself and slumps back against the bulkhead, lips quirking.<em>That life is gone - best leave it on Solamnia's shores.</em><br/><br/>"From the sound, this trip is about to get ... interesting ..." She turns to direct a comment to someone behind her - "Look to the mares! Keep them calm." The target of this comment, a tall young man with similar features - handsome, but bitter - nods and heads that way.