The tiniest smirk curves on her lips. "A little bit."
She stretches out her hand in a congenial sort of way. "Sarah Monroe, at your service." She is not actually at anyone's service on this boat, but it's a habit by now. "I've been hauled in and out of this place more times than I care to count. It's been... about a year? I want to say it's a year, but time has a way of blurring together here."
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She stretches out her hand in a congenial sort of way. "Sarah Monroe, at your service." She is not actually at anyone's service on this boat, but it's a habit by now. "I've been hauled in and out of this place more times than I care to count. It's been... about a year? I want to say it's a year, but time has a way of blurring together here."