Stavanger Bay Warpless

Her eyes had fixated on the distant waters for a moment, and still were that way until he responded.  Wait.  What.  Her head flicked back to him, perhaps a little bit visibly surprised that the option was even on the table.  It was off script for her and she wasn't entirely sure how to flex the whole thing to fit the scenario as of yet.  She was far too used to stumbling across some random pack, howling, and being in control of the way words went.  I... she started, but didn't finish promptly.  It hung in the air a moment before she'd eventually continue.

She still found it rather silly that it seemed like nobody here knew what a necromancer was or just how dangerous they could be!  Perhaps that's how that pack was existing in the first place.  All she knew was she wasn't keen on joining that one.  Godot, though, was used to bouncing from pack to pack.  Why not this one too?  It'd probably be just another entry on the list of places she'd eventually be kicked out of, but it'd be safety for a while.  Godot didn't exactly expect them to like her.  She didn't think anyone did or ever would.

I wouldn't mind the chance?  Godot sounded perhaps even more uncertain and shy than she had upon first being discovered, tinged with that little bit of wonder that her wandering on in on her own hadn't just put a flamethrower to the whole idea.  She almost spoke again, but paused, cleared her throat, and bowed her head.  I'm Godot -- Adelaide Godot.  She sure as hell had no idea what her next line was supposed to be at this point.  The white fellow was the boss, so she was gonna let him lead.