Stavanger Bay And as you get back into line, a mob jumps to their feet

He took her pointed jest with surprising sincerity, and it sobered the tone a bit.  She had meant what she asked, of course, but a good part of her had expected him to joke it off.  Instead he doubled down, and then.... what?

"You just call me a 'miserable gibbet'?" She asked, a slow creeping smile coming unbidden on her.  She couldn't help it... who the fuck called someone a miserable gibbet?  "The hell is a gibbet?"

Good old ridiculous insults; she'd remember his defense of Sandpiper and his words from all of this, but her edge was gone. Time to move forward.