Sebastian raised one hand to the back of his head, scratching his scalp nervously, "I suppose I should get used to tempers, eh? Wouldn't do to have too many peaceful pirates bobbing about, now would it?" He sighed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his longcoat, "I know... I don't really have any swashbuckling accolades dotting my resumé, but I'm a good shot at least. I can hang out in your machine shop until you think I'm ready for a raid." He approached closer, though not intruding on her personal space, "Where are we headed to next, anyway?"