Phoenix winced a little but only from the tone of his voice. Well, that and the idea of dying on the fucking boat. That was not pleasant at all. She tossed her bag of frozen corn on her ankle rather unceremoniously. If she knew how to reset a joint she would have offered to do it for him but there was no point of the ship were just going to keep rocking. "Straightjacket," she questioned, arching an eyebrow, "Kinky..."
She closed her eyes, sighing softly. She was drained. "Tell a story," Phoenix said softly, "About... mass murdering unicorns." At least it would be distracting.