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As the hustle and bustle of the ship began to roar into shape Winifred leaned back. She had always prepared meals way ahead of time, so that she wasn't having to run around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Useful, but a bit silly when you really thought about it. Plus, it made her more available for the odd job now as well as a free hand to help anyone else out who needed it. [b][color=a05e64]"Samuel was eyeing a little close to our Captain's quarters, if ye know what I mean! Dirty son-ova-bitch."[/color][/b] she yelled back. Her tone was not in anger but just in response as she found herself also on the move. She laid hand in helping several of the new recruits as well as old. Floating between projects while thinking of when she had to start on the next chow time. She handed out "party favors" in the form of sour breads, cheeses, and cured meats. All of which were handled with care.

As her work came to a lull for a moment she spotted Nur, her eyes red from tears. Winifred's mouth went form a purse to a small frown as she wandered over to the young woman. She looked over here before speaking softly, [b][color=a05e64]"Are ya alright?"[/color][/b] she questioned, [b][color=a05e64]"We can go downstairs in the galley if yer wanting, or you can go down their yourself if you need some space. I won't let any of these foolish folk bother ya."[/color][/b] her tone was charming but strict to let Nur know that she meant her words. She looked to Malek who stood nearby as if to say, he better let her decide or there would be hell to pay.

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