Pyrrhus had long ago learned to live with Phoenix's occasional random changes of subject, so her comment hardly phased him as he turned off the water. "Okay, let's get that dressed properly." He stood up and looked around for something better to wrap her arm in. "Where do you keep her towels anyways?" As he turned to look, the ship rocked again and he found himself unprepared for once. This time, it sent him shoulder-first into the wall, hitting his already injured shoulder hard. He slid down to the floor clutching it. "Ow."