[centre][h2][b]Phaea[/b][/h2][/centre] [centre][h3][b][/b][/h3][/centre] “Scathat, Scatthat, Scathath - no, that’s too hard. I’ll just call her Scat.” Phaea said, muttering to herself, occasionally sniffling or snorting as if she had a cold as the others bickered. “Hey miss Scat!” She said, sticking up her hand like a schoolchild. “I can’t swim, so if we’re going into the sea that’s gonna be a problem!” Well, someone could probably teach her, at least. Or maybe there would be a boat. There were definitely enough Servants for that to be possible. “Why’s there even a sea on the moon in the first place?” She asked. “I thought it was a chariot or something.” She itched at her head. This whole situation was really complicated. She didn’t really get it, but if there was stuff to fight, she could at least do that. Just as long as it didn’t involve swimming. Well, her own question was answered by the strange hologram the servant produced. “Huh?” Phaea snorted. “I recognise that sea! It’s not on the moon!” Really, this just got more confusing by the second. For the first time, she looked around the room properly, and- Ah, why did he of all people have to be here? “It’s OK! Just stand still and be quiet and maybe he won’t notice you!” Phaea said, thinking out loud in what couldn’t possibly be considered an indoor voice. Well, they were supposed to be working together this time anyway - come to think of it, that guy definitely had a ship. She frowned. She paced. She thought. Then- She threw herself down at Theseus’ feet, wailing. “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I’m gonna behave this time so please don’t throw me off your ship! I’m not gonna eat anyone, or toss them off cliffs, or tie them to trees, or eat people’s crops, or steal their gold, or throw them in a maze, or eat their gold, or steal their feet! I’m totally not gonna do any of that! So please don’t throw me off your shiiiiiiip!” She sniffled more intensely than usual, tears and snot running down her face. [@Breo] [@Parallel Hearts]