Viola glanced back toward Winter and made her way toward her, her dreadlocks making soft thumps against her back. She had a small fear of the woman, but respected and even liked her. Maybe it was an alpha hierarchy sort of thing. And Rufus? He seemed to feel the same--she was always in agreement with him! The small rodent chittered in greeting just before Viola said, "Good morning. Or whatever it is, it doesn't look like morning. I can't tell. How are you?" She smiled a little bit and hoped she wasn't being [i]too[/i] awkward. Self consciously, she reflected on the fact that she must have seemed extremely out of place on a pirate ship. 

"I was going to go get some food to cook up once we're back in the air," she continued. "Since you're the main cook around here, I was wondering if there was anything specific you wanted me to look for?"