The large lass of a pirate was to continue onward in her joyful song, though her sunset gaze had caught the sight of a golden boy, slinking moodily in the morning to her beautiful singing. Despite the perhaps annoyed nature the other head, she gave a grin, "Sup laddy, fine day, aye?" She was quite used to being loud and upbeat, that it was hard to imagine not many would be too pleased by the rambunctious morning. Then again even if she knew, Norsamu wouldn't care too much, as it ain't her problem they got a stick up their arse. She was friendly enough though, despite the rough thinking, that the maned behemoth moved herself closer to him, noticing he was quite small, and she may as well tower over him. It came to the point she even commented, "ya seem a wee bit small, ya eating enough?" And cackled jokingly after.

She was thick-skinned enough to have the wince completely fly by, but she noticed other things. Norsamu gazed at him in wonder, waiting for a respond to never come, and only a series of different appearences showing itself. One which came with her comment, and she only laughed more at his unamused look, "Aye, don't be down! Don't be meanin' harm, just wonderin' if we should hunt em' sharks for ya to feast on." Surely some shark meat would give him some size, or perhaps go easy and stalk an elk. Eat what you hunt to gain their power, an amusing phrase some would say, "or ya prefer bein' a cute lil' thing."

Then she continued on with her own introduction, somewhat, "I'm Norsamu, ya a quiet lad aye? S'pose that means no name, a tricky situation ya?"