Elim wasn't talking with the others. No instead she was quite busy below deck, training with a determined look on his face. They were utterly powerless to stop that large creature and probably would have perished if it hadn't been for not only that strange blade, but the people that showed up afterwards to dispatch it. Those people were most likely stronger than that armored creature in the second and stronger form it adopted. If that was the case and it was people like them that were after their little group then they stood no chance. Even those weaker Heartless seemed to put up a decent fight against them and those things were most likely small fry. 

Luckily this space below the deck seemed to be outfitted with exactly what Elim needed for training, which wasn't much. Just some objects he could set up as training dummies to practice on. They were good for practice, but Elim really wanted to test his blade against more of those Heartless. After all her teacher once told him that an hour of battle is like one hundred hours of training, or something along those lines anyway. Still training was good for sharpening one's technique and basic strength building and that was what Elim was taking the time to do. He was stuck here with these people for now, so Elim would just follow them until a chance to get back on the hunt for his prey presented itself. 

Of course its not like Elim hated their company. No, not at all. He just would rather be chasing those who took everything from them and cleaving their heads from their shoulders. With this thought his flame cloaked blade slashed straight through the head of the makeshift training dummy, the young blue mage panting softly as he sat down. Currently he was not wearing his armor. No he had set it aside and chose a different ensemble for training. A white tunic and brown cloth pants. Essentially the standard outfit of any one from more medieval times, not that Elim knew that of course. 

His, or rather her as without the armor one could see Elim's slightly more feminine physique that was hidden by the armor if they got a good enough look (which Elim didn't actually care about staying in disguise around these people), hair done up in a ponytail as usual so it wouldn't get in the way. Elim peered down at his blade as he sat down on the ground for a short breather, the reflection in its shiny surface showing a fiery glare as his fist clenched tighter around the grip. "Ill kill all of them...all of those accursed bandits...I swear it." This thought of anger, and a short breather of course, gave Elim new found vigor as he got back to training, testing different weapons this time. Warhammers, scythes, maces. The style his master taught him did not teach singular mastery of one weapon, but instead a spread focus in several different weapons since different weapons were best for different opponents. 

He even tested something else. A bow. The sword could transform into one, but no arrows were provided. No Elim used something else. Magic. By pouring magic into the bow arrows of wind or fire could be shot from its string. A good technique, but one that was by no means battle ready since Elim just thought of it. That was what the ship travel was for though as Elim kept up training, only stopping for short breathers to drink a bit of water every now and again. Elim had no intention of going up there with the others to converse. If they needed him he would be down below, using his time wisely. He would let the others plan their course since with Elim's more backwoods world origin there was no way she could provide any viable input and he knew that. All of this stuff about Gummi Ships, Keyblades, Heartless... all of it just flew over Elim's head the entire time. 

So until either someone came down to talk or they arrived at their first destination Elim would keep to herself down below deck, training and preparing herself as best as she could for whatever fights that lay up ahead before them.