Jackdaw gave a roll of the eyes to Dresden, though devoid of the venom that would usually accompany such a gesture. Dresden was well aware that she desired no such relationship with her or anyone for that matter, but the other girl still joked, perhaps out of spite. Whatever the case, Dresden wasn't someone she had to worry about overshadowing her, the girl was usually as antisocial as they came, so Jackdaw put up with it, even took part herself every now and then. Couldn't always relieve stress on missions.

When Rennac vanished inside the ship, she cast an exhausted look down at Varus. "Are you serious with this guy?" she asked, though she didn't expect an answer really. The captain's choices were his own, and it wasn't her place to question them. Especially not if she ever wanted to rise up.in the ranks. 

Eventually the wolfen man made his way back outside, and this time he looked a bit more presentable, though that doofy air still hung about him, stinging her nose. He offered out a hand, and as much as she might have wanted to ignore him, she figured they'd be working together as long as it took for him to get himself killed. So she played the good girl, shook his hand, nodded to him. 

"You aren't. Do you have a name yourself, or will "fresh meat" suffice?" she asked. 

Well, she shook his hand at least.