Siobhan's lips puckered slightly when the girl in her arms began squishing her cheeks together, the uncomfortable examination causing her eyes to narrow slightly. Shaking her face free with a swift jerk, she dropped the stranger back onto the soggy beach below. [color=crimson]"What the hell are ya talkin' about? 'Striker'? Ka...kali..ma? Whatever ya said."[/color]

She'd ignore the question about if she was sick. She felt fine, except for the fact that this girl clearly wasn't Edgar Vennar. According to that old man in the tavern, he had last been seen heading inside that big storm - The Devil's Tempest - when he vanished...and lo and behold, what had she found on the other side? An island!

Honestly, after she'd gotten up close and personal to this thing, she hadn't been too terribly confident that she'd be able to find him. If she hadn't been able to simply swim [i]under[/i] it, it would've legitimately been a difficult storm to navigate, maybe even by Grand Line standards. Still, now that she knew there was an island here, the chances of her would-be shipwright having survived seemed a lot higher!

Flexing the gills on her neck for a brief moment as they sealed shut at the sting of the open air, Siobhan decided not to bother hiding her Fishman features this time. After all, she was hear to recruit someone. If he had a problem with her true nature, then things weren't going to work out between them.

Speaking of which...

[color=crimson]"OOOI! EDGAR VENNAR! COME OUT IF YA SURVIVED!!"[/color] She screamed at the top of her lungs, hands cupping either side of her mouth.