Melle was only starting to get comfortable–that wasn't the right word–when she was reminded that she hadn't exactly shown good manners. She'd overlooked the blonde woman's scheming in favor of trying to propel theirs forward, but she guessed while-still-lucid was as good a time as any to fraternize.
Lady, sea-sick is the understatement of this era, she wanted to say, but realized they were in the presence of the Captain, whom Cima had just addressed. Uh-oh. Captains didn't usually like mess. Or the threat of it. Melle smiled at their fellow passenger as thanks for the reminder whether or not she understood why.
"Uh, no!" she laughed and put on a bright smile. "It's just that, uh, my sister Cima and I here're exceptionally good at catching vermin. What we meant is–when we're done with the Phoenix Flame–you're gonna need a bucket for all the ones we catch! ...Or, you know, we could just toss 'em off one by one. Whichever you prefer."
That was more believable than gramps, right? Even though they really were visiting an old geezer and the first story had more truth to it.
There was little time to gauge the Captain's reaction when they heard distinct yelling. Melle didn't know if it was the cumbrous armor or the gigantic axe or the enviable amount of gil she could hear from the Miqo'te, but the newcomer looked ready to be swindled, especially given what the Captain had said earlier about taking their money. Poor thing. But maybe this was for the best. The more people to keep track of, the better for them.
She nodded. "Just in time!"
Lady, sea-sick is the understatement of this era, she wanted to say, but realized they were in the presence of the Captain, whom Cima had just addressed. Uh-oh. Captains didn't usually like mess. Or the threat of it. Melle smiled at their fellow passenger as thanks for the reminder whether or not she understood why.
"Uh, no!" she laughed and put on a bright smile. "It's just that, uh, my sister Cima and I here're exceptionally good at catching vermin. What we meant is–when we're done with the Phoenix Flame–you're gonna need a bucket for all the ones we catch! ...Or, you know, we could just toss 'em off one by one. Whichever you prefer."
That was more believable than gramps, right? Even though they really were visiting an old geezer and the first story had more truth to it.
There was little time to gauge the Captain's reaction when they heard distinct yelling. Melle didn't know if it was the cumbrous armor or the gigantic axe or the enviable amount of gil she could hear from the Miqo'te, but the newcomer looked ready to be swindled, especially given what the Captain had said earlier about taking their money. Poor thing. But maybe this was for the best. The more people to keep track of, the better for them.
She nodded. "Just in time!"
"Melle. You know, like what bears do!"
