The sellsword simply wandered off elsewhere, causing speculation, yet was shrugged off in the end. Jeina sauntered over to the railing of the ship, her eyes squinting lightly as she watched men go overboard to swim over.

"Hm." She raised a brow in curiosity, and glanced over her shoulder to inspect the other's actions. The young gypsy caught the eyes of the Chef and his cat, causing her to turn her head back and tug on her hood so that the cloth drooped over her forehead. She had remembered how on Corsca knew of her existence. She had wondered why no one else had picked her out from the crowd? Jeina cleared her throat and began walking away from her current position as an attempt to flee.