Shyr was just about to head into the ship when a deep voice rumbled out from behind her. One of her ears flicked around for a moment before she turned, promptly coming face-to-waistcloth. She blinked a few times before she shifted her gaze up, going past the scaled belly, large torso and wide shoulders before reaching his draconic face. After a moment she dropped her eyes back to his waist.

"You get to walk around with just that on but I have to wear this stupid thing!? Bullshit!" She exclaimed with a small flail of her arms. After that she looked back up to his face.

"I bet it's because you're tall. But anyway, if you on the Monroe, then yah I'm a recruit too. Just got here too so I have no idea who I'm supposed to talk to." She replied to the rather large individual as she motioned to the ship behind her. While she herself had an accent, she was rather fluent in the language as she had been getting used to it ever since she first joined in with the pirates. 

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