With her friend behind her, Melle followed their blonde ginger donor to the back of the line. So the old grandpa story was out. Cima would think of something! Or they could always work. It'd be easy! Though work - or anything, really - wasn't exactly her forte when nausea was setting in, and she wasn't quite sure the crystallized snacks were taking effect yet. Her headache was still there. She ate another one just to be sure. Couldn't have too many, right?
Melle watched Faydrel as she spoke, and nodded emphatically at the others as though it would prove the woman's point. "Oh, definitely. Drunk pirates? The best! Easier to run away from, 'specially if you're not feelin' so good yourself." She flashed the Miqo'te in heavy armor a free thumb up. That girl looked like she just needed some encouragement in general. She sure knew how that felt right now. "And what this lady said. I'm sure the great captain will steer us from danger! But just in case, be ready with sharp things. We'll prob'ly need those."
Melle watched Faydrel as she spoke, and nodded emphatically at the others as though it would prove the woman's point. "Oh, definitely. Drunk pirates? The best! Easier to run away from, 'specially if you're not feelin' so good yourself." She flashed the Miqo'te in heavy armor a free thumb up. That girl looked like she just needed some encouragement in general. She sure knew how that felt right now. "And what this lady said. I'm sure the great captain will steer us from danger! But just in case, be ready with sharp things. We'll prob'ly need those."
"Melle. You know, like what bears do!"
