Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
The crew seemed content to let the woman work, their curious gazes lingering on her until Thal caught them. They otherwise gave her a larger berthing, making room for the stumbling feet and flicking tail. She didn't bother to make space, almost staying closer to ensure the inexperience didn't cost her something.
Her eyes landed flat, not quite sure what to make of the unnecessary announcement of her menial success and even more thrown by the befuddled look accompanying the woman's dismissal of any compensation for her work. Each response placed a new piece into the puzzle, revealing the image of someone naive and vulnerable to the world, but she didn't say anything yet, watching and waiting out of morbid curiosity.
Despite everything she'd begun to understand, Thal was still thrown by the gall it took to go rummaging through a crate of supplies that weren't hers. It took a lot of self-control to keep from throttling the woman. "Yes, we drink it, it's rum." She gave the woman an incredulous look, quite certain everyone knew what alcohol was. Shaking her head, she took the bottle from her, recorked it, and set it back amongst the others. "I'd venture to say it makes you suffer less."
Narrowing her eyes, she squared herself against the woman, arms crossed like she might reprimand her. There was a hardness to her expression, disapproving of her disruption as much as the display of utter incompetence. "You really don't know anything. Did you just wake up or something?"
Her eyes landed flat, not quite sure what to make of the unnecessary announcement of her menial success and even more thrown by the befuddled look accompanying the woman's dismissal of any compensation for her work. Each response placed a new piece into the puzzle, revealing the image of someone naive and vulnerable to the world, but she didn't say anything yet, watching and waiting out of morbid curiosity.
Despite everything she'd begun to understand, Thal was still thrown by the gall it took to go rummaging through a crate of supplies that weren't hers. It took a lot of self-control to keep from throttling the woman. "Yes, we drink it, it's rum." She gave the woman an incredulous look, quite certain everyone knew what alcohol was. Shaking her head, she took the bottle from her, recorked it, and set it back amongst the others. "I'd venture to say it makes you suffer less."
Narrowing her eyes, she squared herself against the woman, arms crossed like she might reprimand her. There was a hardness to her expression, disapproving of her disruption as much as the display of utter incompetence. "You really don't know anything. Did you just wake up or something?"
