"Horrid and loathsome, huh? My, my, it's a wonder I didn't discover this sooner, being that I am such a horrid and loathsome creature. I don't know that I can live with myself," she said, shaking her head with mock consternation. She still stood on the water, her feet firmly planted on the stony ground in the pound as she searched with her hands for appropriately flat stones. Unfortunately, she wasn't having a great deal of luck.
Rena considered what Molly was saying and decided it made well enough sense. After all, a bunch of men stranded at sea with only one woman could create a scene without a doubt. Men tended to get crazy over women, something she had witnessed enough times at the pub. "It seems a pity that men blame their lack of self control on wicked wiles of woman," she shook her head, unable to help but laugh slightly at the notion. It was so foreign to her to even think about such things that it was all new and interesting.