[b]DECK[/b]

Moss was about to begin her search for the Engine room when the sudden, ear-splitting shriek of the freak rose above the sounds of the brewing storm, and damn near scared the life out of her. Teeth grit together, she whirled around, summoned up all the breath she had, and yelled back.

"Shut the fok up! Stop for christ's-sake, ya fine, ya alive!" she held angry eyes on the freak-boy, but there wasn't any more fear left in them. "I don't know if ya can even fok'n understand me, but pay attention, aye?"

She jabbed a finger at him, and then jutted the thumb back at herself. "Stay with me. Before shite gets absolutely fok'd, we have to start gatherin' folks together, or we're all gonna sink, ya understand me?" She made the same motions with her fingers once again. "Stay with me, got it? Stay. With. Me."

A mental note for her was made then to [i]never[/i] have kids. At least no weird, moon-man-language-speaking freak kids. 

That settled, she heard the shouting of another voice, familiar and no longer uttering sobbing words. The strange girl, Tam-Something, seemed to be in a hurry of her own. Well, they had to gather, and though all of this sudden buddy-buddy shite was way out of Moss's own comfort zone for interactions, she much preferred the awkward bout of courage to swimming in brine. 

"Fine, aye, good," she said quickly, giving the strange girl her attention. "Do ya know where we can find this damn Engine Room?"