Well, if that wasn't the friendliest half-breed she'd met since she started moving south. Non-humans were somewhat uncommon where Charlotte came from, but they seemed to be anything else around here. It'd taken her weeks to become properly accustomed to dealing with [s]filthy sub-human animals wearing pants[/s] those of differing heritage, and it was still a work in progress, at that. She had to ponder for a long moment before answering, just to clean up her response to prevent any...[i]unpleasantness.[/i]

"Have you ever considered the horizon, Rockmar?" She gripped the rope she was almost hanging from a bit tighter, her voice barely loud enough to carry back to the ship. "Infinite possibility, unspeakable danger, or possibly just a lot of water. No one can no until they arrive there, and simply discovering what it holds destroys the very concept of being a horizon." Her tone got a bit quieter. "Are we explorers, or destroyers?"

In another moment, she swung back around to the deck, landed firmly on her boots, and made eye contact (with the only eye she had available). "Charlotte, of Kaer," she introduced, holding a hand out for a proper, formal shake. Which she assumed, of course, that [s]filthy monkies[/s] southern metahumans understood.