"Yeaaaah, that would come in handy right about now, but I guess I'll just have to do my best with the rowing. I've gotten used to it at least."

She's much better rowing now than she was before even as she frowns herself when he trails off. There's bound to be trouble on board regardless, and it's hard to anticipate what it will be. Undead? Some other creature?

"I'd bet on the not-mundane myself. Seems like either this world doesn't know the meaning of chilling the fuck out, or the Merchant likes to aim and fire us at whatever fire's are going on around it. Guess it's possible the beacons are only in places with a lot of shit going on, which just so happens to be places where the guy in white's already been. It's allll connected."

Or seems to be at any rate.