Touché. She doesn't laugh - rarely does, any more - but tilts her head towards Sabine in an acknowledgement. Well played.

And then they drift to talk of sharks, and though Herian knows precious little of them other than that they are frightening and fearsome and drawn to blood, it seems like enough to wonder if this is not more painfully tied in to everything else, for all the whimsy.

She is silent for long moments, much as she always is. "That is what human crew members are for. We're meatier, the sharks will go for us first."