Guess I can crash the party, then. [mostly because nothing hooks her attention more than the promise of some sort of clue.]

Hopefully more fun than the camp dance. I really was expecting it to go up in flames. [it would have been so easy.]

And not one aspiring horror slasher in the whole bunch. You clearly are scraping the bottom of the barrel now, huh. [grins because she's pretty sure he likes them better anyway.]

Oh. Can I ask you one quick favor?

[she reaches into her pocket for the golden ring she received in her sundries package, holding it out in her palm for his inspection.]

This isn't... cursed or anything, is it? Before I give it to Peter. [she doesn't want him growing a beak or those duck feet!]

[squints at it closer as if suspicion alone can make her capable of telling such things.]

So it won't turn him the rest of the way into a duck and make him lay eggs, or cause all of his teeth fall out or suddenly grow eyebrows when he puts it on... nothing weird?

[no that doesn't inspire any confidence.] Prob-bab-bly... [shakes the ring a bit in attempt to dispel whatever hypothetical curse.]

Is it normal to be so nervous, do you think?

[awww, hand to her chest. he truly cares.] You know, despite my fondness for men without skin, I actually do prefer this one with.

... How are you holding up? I know that wasn't... an ideal turn of events.

Does its release damage the inner workings of the ship? Does it... make you more vulnerable? [protectively.]

I was trying to get more answers, figure out the best way to proceed... but. [everything happened so much.]

[a sympathetic frown.] If there is anything you need from me, all you need to do is ask. You've got people on your side now.

You know. Being here, what I've experienced. Without that, I'm not sure I'd have ever been in the position to realize. How much anyone actually cares about me. But yes, it does still feel odd.