Savva yawns, idly kicking her heels in the seat of the wagon. 

"We've been here for hours," she moans, "When are they going to get here?"
"Soon," Gregor shrugs, stifling a yawn of his own. 

"So," Savva drawls, leaning forward to stare at her boots, "Do you think they're hire me?"
"Well, the notice said they were looking for more crew, and I've trained you well."
"But I'm a goblin."
"Really, I hadn't noticed."
"Hah hah," the goblin girl scowls. "I know what the villagers think about me. What if the captain decides they don't want a goblin on board?"
"Well," Gregor points, "There's one over there. Perhaps he's looking for a job, too."

Savva looks in the direction Gregor was pointing, then sighs, resting her chin on her fist. "Oh, great. They're not going to want a boy and a girl goblin on board."
"Oh? Why not?"
"You know why not," the goblin grumbles. "They'll think we'll sneak off and be, you know...?"
"You know, what?" Gregor asks, glancing at her as her face became a darker shade of green.
"Doing boy-girl stuff," she huffs hotly, turning her head away. "Like those old biddies back in town say."
"You shouldn't listen to what they say...."
"They shouldn't be saying it!" Savva hisses. 

"Savva," the clockmaker shakes his head, "Don't give up before they get here. You're a good mechanic and a good girl."
"But, I...."
"You were forced to do that, to protect me. The fault lies with them."