"So I've heard."

In the close quarters of the cabin and the swaying lamplight, he sounds flat and unimpressed. Of course. Because slipping away in the middle of the night, taking a boat from the Gallows (or wherever she might have been expected to sleep) and taking it here to scale her way up the aft of a ship all but confirmed to belong to pirates could certainly do no harm.

The knife is still in his hand.