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The other youth's dour demeanor became quickly and readily apparent. Part of Bones was a bit disappointed by it but, not one to dwell on things out of her control, she found herself likewise amused by his grouchy manner. He might want to appear tough, yet the young marauder had rolled with much rougher crowds than this. If anything, it just made him an easy target for her mischievous, goodnatured personality.

"I was busy too—fending off a lion!" she chattered at him with a broad, teasing smile. "Aye, scrappy," she added confidently, not quite sure where he'd been going with that. Perhaps he'd just never experienced the word before. "Feisty," she explained, "ass-kicking." His own use of curse words hadn't fazed nor impressed her any more than his stony attitude. Cussing was such a natural part of her own lexicon that she hadn't actually noticed that either one of them had sworn.

"I'm from Tortuga!" she answered him blithely. "It's a big ol' pirate pack down the coast," she further elaborated. "I left me wench mother and those ruffians behind. I'm here to find me father and live me own life!" she declared, wet tail waving and pastel green eyes shining.