Rin doesn't weigh enough to use sheer muscle to get the man up to his feet (that was obvious), so as he takes her hand, she leans away from him in hopes gravity will do some of the work, and eventually, he is back standing again. At this point, the self-proclaimed sailor regains his balance and lets go of her hand, indulging her question and even asking his own. She is intrigued to learn about his ship (even though he doesn't offer many details and quickly moves forward in the conversation afterward). Though she pictures a boat as he reveals he owns one, her knowledge of watercraft is limited and, further, moderately inaccurate. All that pops into her head at his words are big, beautiful sails, a wooden deck, and maybe even a rowdy crew hanging onto ropes and railings.
"Yes, sort of," she replies plainly to his question, pausing for a moment to collect her thoughts. She isn't necessarily a secretive person, but she doesn't know the sailor and remains cautious with her words, an unintentionally pointless action when speaking to a man that reads the minds of those naive to the existence of such powers.
"Y'know, I've never left Torchline before," she continues, an admittance more insightful into Rin's day-to-day life than one would initially assume. "So, I come here and watch the sunrise" - not exactly the sea - "and wonder what it would feel like to watch it on the other side of Caido." She shrugs, looking out into the great expanse of waves and sun and sky. You would think that a homeless teenager would have the survival skills to make the trip to faraway places they have always dreamed of going to, but Rin has practically no well-honed skills. Beyond that, she has all the incorrect clothes for any place outside of Torchline. "Then I head to the port and see if anyone has any odd jobs I can do for a few coins." This was why she had asked if he was headed to the port. She wanted to know if there was going to be any other people there and she thought people headed that way so early in the morning was a good indicator there would be someone there needing help.
Turning her eyes back to the sailor, she wonders if she has perhaps overshared.
