Alice walked through just as Vic was pulling his top over his head. She paused for a moment, the image of his body replaying itself in her head. What was wrong with her now? Why was she feeling so strange? He was a filthy kidnapper pirate, and probably a rapist and murderer too. She took a seat on the offered chair and rested her things on her lap. Clearly, he had things to discuss with her. Although, she wasn't too sure as to why he was going to trouble for her. In the stories she'd heard, the pirates had firstly raped any woman and then put them into the brig or a cell. Meanwhile, she was sleeping in the captain's bed. Strange.

Alice looked at the hand for a moment, rough and calloused. Then, up to Vic's face. This was strange and new to her. She slowly moved her hand into his, with the lightest of grips. She hoped he wouldn't squeeze back too hard. "Purely business," she echoed. She didn't want to know what would happen if her father didn't do this pirate's bidding. It made her feel terribly guilty that she was shaking hands with the enemy, that there seemed to be sparks going off at her hand and right up her arm, to her heart. She let go of him, hands folded politely in her lap once more. He certainly was... scarred. 

"How far until the next port?"

((sorry, it's short. soo tired from all the meds!))