Ava awkwardly goes in for a high-five, or half a game of patty-cake, a small little clap of his gloved palm with her own. Suddenly far more tangible than she'd been when he tried to run her through with his sword.

"Well it is a ship, and he is a pirate. Goes without saying, doesn't it? And I was asked to join, but I haven't stolen a damn thing yet."