Stavanger Bay turn around unless you want to fornicate in the willows

Oh, this didn't bode well.  Raptor's bearing didn't scream trouble, but he hadn't exactly approached her with the carefree abandon she'd become used to in her dealings with her crewmates.  Soft meant serious, and serious generally meant not good.

Despite the twinge of unease in her gut, though, she smiled easily enough, nodding and pausing.  She'd been meaning to run the southern shore, but it could wait. "Whatcha got for me?" She asked, wondering what news he'd picked up that would have him so... hesitant? Maybe not, but definitely something.