I think you’ll find

you look like my next mistake

It's one thing to know your thoughts are being read, and it's another entirely to know what to do with that information. So it is that as Flora raises her lantern to illuminate the strange staircase, that the captain is already peering down at her, has her breath catching uncomfortably in her throat. Despite Spice's frosty nose in her ear, thoughts of LongNights past flickered behind her eyes, as well as the echos of the nights she's spent at the House of Midnight as of late, in rooms with sandy floors and with men who conveniently looked a lot like Jack.

Swallowing, her face warmly lit by her lantern, Flora merely shrugged before ascending the staircase and taking a seat at the Captain's side. "I have thoughts more than I have questions." She murmurs, reaching out for the cigarette he undountably knows she wants.

"You've fucked my step dad, so that's weird." She drawls, her gaze on the thick darkness outside of the aura of her lantern light. "Even if it was before I was born." Flora hoped, naively perhaps, that Jack might have some way of making it okay, even though Sunjata hadn't been able to. Unable to look at the captain, the queen shrugged; clearly she knew, and she knew he also knew, that she'd spoken with the Flood about the depth of his relationship with the captain.