By the time Lenny reached Kitty, the teenaged girl was already lounging against the helm, rocking it back and forth without paying too much attention. Dressed in simple browns and blacks with her hair up in two scruffy pigtails, she looked as common as they came. The only physical traits of any interest were her angular eyes and cool, moonlit skin. Said eyes hardly moved when Lenny approached.
"Your voice sounds very strange." She noted while picking at the skin under her nails. "Like you haven't quite grown into yet..."
After saying so, she stuck her her pointer finger in her mouth, gnawing on the nail like a tasty treat. "You have something to say to me?"
She didn't speak to Lenny as though they were familiar with one another. Seafarers usually only remained on the ship from one port to the next, originally looking for adventure and then very quickly realizing they'd run into a hellhole. Those who did remain for longer were the heartier sort. But even then, Kitty didn't converse with them very frequently. In fact, she couldn't even remember seeing this boy before, and she could be fairly observent.