Stavanger Bay Shaded me on summer days

"Mhmm." She affirmed as she pulled to a stop in front of him, tension in every line of her frame.  Where he was a dour sort of despondent, she felt like she held a thunderstorm in her chest, and it needed an out.

"Smokestep is gone, off to find Sandpiper."  Gone or leaving, tbd.  "Left me Captain, and I need to know where that puts you."  

It was brosquer than she wanted to deliver it, but she wanted to glaze over the departure as much as she could, not dwell on that and instead keep to what she could do.  He'd been a lackaluster Quartermaster so far, to the point where she wondered if he even wanted the role.  If he did... he'd need to keep an eye on the crew, for perhaps unlike Smokestep, she thought the position vital.  If not, she had another thought in mind.