Lenny contemplated over whether she should admit she was no one but a confused girl on a ship full of stinky, hairy males, or if she should just let the subject drop. She was sure with her attention problems, Kitty wouldn't notice if she started talking about something entirely off-topic.
But a year on a ship? The thought made Lenny nauseous. Maybe if she said she was some sort of political figure in disguise that needed to be on land ASAP...
Who was she kidding? She couldn't act.
"Nay. I've got no where to go but wherever you're sailing," Lenny said, rubbing her left cheek with her hand. Lenny glanced down at Kitty, wondering if maybe she was as drunk as the captain. With her shifty eyes and jumpy nature, she could possibly have been drunk off her ass. She was sitting on the floor, after all, and clearly not focused on anything.