Stavanger Bay A hunting we will go

The question might have been an innocent one, but it had hit a nerve.  The enthusiastic response made her wonder; perhaps it had been a (badly timed) attempt at conversation.  Or this woman was a friend of Sandpipers and irked she'd taken over as well.  Hmm.  But she seemed genuine.

Rosalyn breathed out and nodded.  She wasn't exactly thrilled with the next statement either, but it didn't warrant a negative reaction.  More of an amused chuckle, which she gave.  "It's not that kinda a role," she said, shaking her head.  "And we're hardly close, much as it's my job to back him up.  By all means, conquer away."  She cast the woman a knowing grin.  Her initial jealousy had been a burst, but the reminder of her last conversation with the captain was what she had needed to drop most of that.  Rosalyn didn't have any call to mind what he did or didn't do with the rest of the crew; obviously she didn't merit consideration.

"Just don't make too many messes along the way for me n Raptor to deal with, eh?" Sometimes courtship amongst crew could get messy, especially if more than just she were eyeing the captain.  They didn't need infighting if she was the type to give in to jealousy.