Vi's brows flew high as she heard Darrian mention something about breaking up with a person named Cormac on her approach. She snapped her head to Thren in amusement; the motion was brief but probably noticeable. She started to advance on their periphery, smoothly interjecting, her voice softened with amusement, "Indeed, the worst gossips on my ship tend to be the men; that's where they all go, you know. Overboard." She grinned at the two of them, but remained standing, leaning her elbow along the railing and glancing down. "Though you do hear the most interesting things." Her eyes sidled over towards Thren and she quirked up one corner of her mouth. She didn't ask the obvious question of 'Who's Cormac' but let it lie, instead continuing on with indolence, letting her eyes take them in.
They made quite a pair. Darrian was younger and softer, and even for a man, he could only be called beautiful. Thren was much larger, tanner and had a more masculine air; but they were both dark of hair and eye, the effect was very pleasing. "Always taking breaks, lounging, letting the women do all the work."
She looked down at Darrian, her eyes dancing. "I see you're up. Feeling better? Going to hit me in the head? I just recovered, you know."