She hopped below deck, picking up rag in irritation and slumped down, scrubbing the inside of a cannon furiously.
His low laugh came as he emerged from the gloom. He held up a rag. "As I expected. What's up with you?"
She nodded, saying nothing more for a bit, pulling her up and out of her face. Eventually she sighed. "How are you?"
She put down the rag and looked up at him. "I am not in a happy mood. I don't know what to do about that. So that's going on, as well as the fact that I'm jealous because god knows why, and I'm all out of blue paint."
