Again Cian managed to maintain a calm exterior, swallowing the chuckle that threatened to erupt. He had been hoping to be on the phone with Rhiannon by now, and he wondered about calling her, and leaving the phone line open for her to be witness to this, to fulfil two purposes. One, she could hear what was happening, as she might know something about this 'being', and also just in case anything crazy did happen.
And this idea grew in value as he propped the boathook back into its place and stepped inside the main cabin. As he watched the woman peruse the cabin and its contents he crossed over to the seat in front of the control console and collected his shirt and phone, pulling his shirt on and quickly sending Rhiannon a text. May be a strange call coming your way. Listen in. He smiled to himself as he read the 'other' message his phone had sent the evening he had first met her, then tapped the call button and set the phone down on the console behind the wheel.
"Does the throne room meet with your approval?" he asked smoothly, turning to check where she was and what she was up to.