Abigail frowned at Hunter's actions.  He found a few new souls for their merry band of brothers, but it was the prison she wanted.   She opened her mouth to ask the man how he could have any idea of what the people he found could do, but paused to hear what Anna was saying.  "Possible.  Possible."  The redheaded captain nodded.  "I wouldn't know myself.  I'm a captain, not a doctor."  She folded her arms and returned her gaze to Hunter before moving her eyes to wear the men were.

They didn't like a couple of salty dogs on their A-game.  They looked pathetic, and incapable of surviving on their own.  This made it hard for Abigail to decide if she liked them, or wanted to push them into the ocean.  "Well, they definitely don't look like marines.  So they've got that going for them."  She cocked her head towards the men and said "come on" before she started making her way down their way.  

"A hoy there!"  The short redhead captain shouted as she approached the strangers.  "Looks like you two've found yourself in a bit of pickle, eh.  Probably thinking to yourselves, well this isn't exactly death, but he so close I can feel him breathing down my neck and the anticipation is just as bad as that final breath being pulled out of your body, am I right?"  She stopped a few yards away from the men, because that's what you didn't when you didn't know if someone was on that weird desperate point when the only language was an angry growl and the only show of friendship was a buddy who wouldn't mind donating a piece of bicep muscle for a meal.