[ She snorts and then scoffs immediately afterward, which makes for a series of ridiculous noises coming from her.] I freaking hope not, I paid for a new coat of paint. [ It's then she realizes that he might honestly think that. Her legs tighten around his waist without her even realizing it, as if she's trying to hug him closer because she knows who he used to be. He was the same as her except centuries before when being a street urchin was hella worse.

She tucks her head, her mouth closer to his ear.] She's yours, Barclay. I got her for you. She's got a cabin and old-school steering and sails and everything. She's very yar, is what the guy told me which I think is a good thing-- [ She'll keep talking about if he doesn't shut her up.]