Sabine held Peiters gaze for long enough that she thought something was going to happen. The tension between them had remained difficult to deal with. This was an opportunity to talk, to apologise for her behaviour, to be honest. If it was such a good time and place, then why was she not saying anything? She questioned herself only when Peiter turned to walk away.

"Peiter, wait," Sabine carefully stood up, still looking at him with an anxious expression. "I want to say something."

With little to no gold and nothing but time and sun, Janius was about as aimless as Kaleeth. He held onto her hand and watched the dock workers go about their business. "I was just thinking the same thing. About the crew, I mean. They seem...I don't know, unprofessional, concerning. We'll have to make sure they aren't pulling a con with us." He took a breath and lightened up his tone before continuing. He looked at Kaleeth directly to answer her, "I don't know if there is any wine left, we'd have to ask Colours. I take it you enjoyed it yesterday?"