When Ciinriel fell out of her hammock in the process of trying to get into it, Sabine craned her neck to see if she was alright at first. With her comment, it sounded like Ciinriel was okay, causing Sabine to begin giggling involuntarily at the event, joining in Peiter's mirth.

When her laughing died down, Sabine still wore a wide smile as her eyes found Peiter's. She shifted so that she could get her arms free and wrap them around Peiter as he had done around her. "...Hello," she murmured, her face still red from intoxication.

Before today, Janius had not seen a proper hand-to-hand martial artist in action. Everyone else was brawlers. All the sailors, Kaleeth as well, they were brawlers. This Khajiit was something entirely different. He moved like water, but never fell. Savage blows were rendered harmless towards him. Janius had thought that Kaleeth would have at least landed a few blows on Ra'kalesh, but he was making her look like a child. Janius was actually stunned to silence by Ra'kalesh's movements.

For lack of any better advice, Janius called out, "Balance, Kaleeth! This one is like a swordsman!"