Jackdaw gave one last look out to the hangar in hopes that she could see whoever else would be joining them approaching. She was getting antsy, and combining that with the new guy's whining had her feeling ready to snap. She gave a departing wave to Varus and Teeth, then made her way back into the ship. The punching bag in her room was wearing thin, but it could survive a bit more abuse before it would have to be replaced. She could probably blow twenty or so minutes batting at that, but otherwise she'd be condemned to just pacing the ship until they left. Oh the agony.

Entering into the hall, she missed Taerys at first. Her height on top of being slumped down didn't make for the easiest catch of the eye. That aside, the more alarming -or at least interesting- thing was the apparent distress the girl was in. 

Jackdaw was caught between confusion and pity -for some unfathomable reason. Perhaps a few minutes ago when she was boiling, she might have scoffed and walked off, But at the moment, she wasn't a monster, and even if there was friction between them, just passing Taerys by wouldn't help anything. Besides, she figured the other girl wouldn't want the help anyway, least of all from her. 

Rather than go over, she just stood her place, looking at the Varaxian and tilting her head. A question. An inquiry. Jackdaw was pretty sure it got her message across. Did she want help?