She'll sit anywhere that isn't that awful gaudy seashell she had to depend on for transportation on the Clipper. Warren doesn't have to stand here holding her all day. Although she certainly isn't complaining about it. There's something intensely reassuring about having him close enough to touch again.

"As long as there's water, I don't particularly care where we go." That's her one non-negotiable point, besides Warren being close enough that she doesn't lose him entirely.

"Last time we talked about it, I thought I'd have to figure everything out before the Admiral would let me off the ship." She didn't think she could have her revenge first. That she could take her time after drawing that piece of her life to a close.

It felt like one more restriction to chafe under.