Oh, this gal had a tongue on her! The witty response stabbed through the air and Khatera's ears fell back swiftly, as if to avoid the blow. She chuffed a non-committal little noise, as if the comment was ludicrous; too ridiculous to warrant a retort. Really, the golden girl just didn't feel like dealing with such an ugly little woman.
She was urged to investigate the stranger though, and did so in a subtle manner. A side-eyed glance coupled with a lazy batting of her lashes; a sharp inhalation similar to a derisive snort to gather the gawky things scent, and a moment of consideration to see if the scent tested true within her memory. Whoever this wanderer was, she looked like a Tortuga wench — or someone who had somehow escaped the clutches of a crew.
The salty scent of the ocean masked any tell-tale sign of Tortuga, though. This left Khatera looking cautiously over the dark girl in silence - an awkward situation that needed to be ended. You from around here then?
Khatera piped up. Her voice had been stripped of its cheery, conversational quality and sounded rather droll now.