"I guess that's why your husband does what he does, then!" Goldenglow smiles and starts to gesture a bit more expansively. "Helping people is worth doing, even if they need strange help or they're not what everyone would call people, and—"

She stops to lean against a nearby railing, suddenly remembering where she is and how very, very unstable the ground feels. "Might we head inside the ship somewhere, Lyubov? I can't speak for thee, but my sea legs certainly haven't come in yet."