A hearth, a brazier, all manner of flame would do well here. Her gaze sweeps over the hall, only half interested in the ramshackle bits of the ship. It's certainly in disrepair compared to the Regency base.

When he speaks, she's twisting to face him, the ghost of a smile dancing on her lips. True, she'd managed a decent twelve hours that first night, according to Jon. Now, it seems a struggle to sleep beyond a meager few.

"Those 'couple of people' at the beach are currently unable to do so, alas." She links her fingers, clasping her hands together in front of her. "It's good to see you... sans mask."