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When he looked at her rather disinterestedly, Bones just knew: this wasn't her father. His flat tone served to drive this point home. Another pup might have wilted under his hard stare and tough demeanor, yet young Bones didn't let it discourage her. Of course, she was a little sad this wasn't the man for whom she searched, yet that just meant he was a fellow crew member! (For the moment, at least, it didn't occur to consider he might be an intruder.) Her tail waved and she grinned crookedly at the one-eared male, clearly undeterred by his initial, cool reception.

"Well," she said after a beat, the word sounding more like a drawled wall, "what is yer name, then? I'm Bones. That's short for Crossbones." She winked a pale green eye, though she couldn't say why. "Is it Ol' One Ear?" she guessed, once again firing off another question before he'd had the chance to answer the first one.