Evie shrugged, almost apologetically, and showed them the cast on her hand again. "I can't really hold her. Or a knife. Sucks, I know. If you've got anything else that needs doing though..." She trailed off, looking at Ileana, then at Jonathan, then over the side of the ship. "How's this even going to work? Is she going to have to be sideways?" Hopefully the other boat wouldn't start shooting.