Re: The Deck, toward the Bridge
His indignation at calling her Lady made her hoot, her head tossing back as she crowed her mirth to the sky. Maybe it was a bad idea to expose her neck to a stranger with a knife but hey, what better way to go than with a laugh. Now that he was on the move, she took the last bit of her cigarette and smashed the butt against the side of the deck, ash leaving a mark and then dropping to butt to the ground, signs left that she was ever there.
When he spun around to glare at her, he might have noticed she was staring at his loin cloth as she sauntered behind him. How it was managing to conveniently cover what needed to be covered was very impressive. Thankfully she had the good grace to look back up at him when he stopped, albeit a moment later. She gave a dismissive hand wave to his chest thumping. "Easy, big guy. It’s bad enough that a lot’s lost in translation. Talking fast makes it worse." Straightening up on her own, her strappy open toed red heels didn’t give her enough height to see eye to eye but she wasn’t going to back down. The snake on her back slithered between open skin, across the outside of her arm and through the flowers across her collarbone to stare curiously up at him as well.
"Me? Lady." She pointed one manicured nail towards her chest. She wasn’t budging on that. She knew he really wasn’t Tarzan just like she wasn’t really a tattooed lady. If his name stuck, so did hers. "Land?" She gave a shrug, but this time it was without mirth or malice. "Hell if I know. I didn’t want to get on this hulking ghost ship any more than you probably did. But fooood..." She dragged the word out as a grin started to move to him, though she kept her steps slow and easy. No need to get crazy with that knife again. "Do I need to show you where?"