( being a newcomer, damon's got absolutely zero interest in volunteering to go down to the vernalis. firstly, he's still unclear as to what the heck is even going on here, except for the fact that there's a lot of doom and gloom and more of it incoming apparently. secondly, he doesn't care enough about anything or anyone here to justify trying to be a hero. thirdly, he doesn't need an excuse to not want to do what he doesn't feel like doing. )

None needed. ( he'd stepped on the pearl on purpose to stop it from rolling away. damon crouches down in front of the ninja looking person, dropping what passes off as a blanket over his shoulder. it's clean. he sweeps his hand across the floor, collecting a few more of the pearls before depositing it back in the man's hand, making sure that he's not going to drop it again before he lets go. ) You look wrecked. ( totally not an exaggeration even. ) Was it worth it? I'm thinking, maybe a few more, and you might be able to make a bracelet for an infant.

( he's been watching the dive efforts, occasionally helping to pull people out of the water, assist with distracting those pesky mermaids; just trying to listen in on conversations and things like that, but honestly, he's not getting much information from anyone. still, this beats taking on another shift in the galley. )