[She rolls her eyes.] "I'd rather be pretty much anywhere than on the barge."

[Pushing away from the door, she slips past him and picks the shirt up off the chair. It's still specked with blood and sand. She holds it up at chest height, but keeps it close to her. If he wants it, he's going to have to come and get it.]

"You want this, or not?" [she asks, a smile playing across her lips.]