[She makes him wait, at least a little while. And when she does come out, shes doesn't walk right toward him. She heads for the greenhouse, like she's heading there to relax, but really, she's doing her own intel. Seeing who else was on deck, where he was, what he was armed with. Her knife was strapped to the inside of her thigh instead of down a boot this time; boots didn't work well with dresses, and she was wearing a small black number that she tended to put on to make heads turn.
Turned heads were easier to trick.
Eventually, though, satisfied, she made her way toward him, leaning lightly on the rail a few feet away.]
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Turned heads were easier to trick.
Eventually, though, satisfied, she made her way toward him, leaning lightly on the rail a few feet away.]
Captain.