Spike, Dora
"Do you believe?" She challenged him lightly, unsurprised by his presence. She had anticipated him, hadn't she?
Dora gestured for him to come in even as Iridia moved around so that he wasn't between her and Spike. He, for what it was worth, didn't believe this for a moment. It was risky, too. Putting armed people on a boat steered by strangers.
"He thinks we should mutiny," Dora offered quietly, brows elevating. "Can passengers mutiny, or is it called something different then?"
She wasn't in the least opposed to the idea, though she wondered how many would want any part of it ... or how many trusted the words of strangers arriving at a suspiciously convenient time.
If they did escape into this world they knew nothing about ... what then?