Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

She waited. He waited.

The pair fell into silence. This did not unnerve the Captain, who could sit and stare into the face of another, without expression, indefinitely. That was, if he was trying to prove a point, or upset them, or otherwise had some purpose to be so unmoving and strange. Here and now he had no such purpose, and quickly became bored. She had come to him, asked her questions, received answers she likely was not satisfied with, and now held his gaze and just stood there.

"Ye done?" He said as his ear twitched with rising irritation, not because she held his eyes, but because that's all she did.