Aurelia would not be surprised if the plants held grudges. She really wouldn’t be at this point. Similarly, she isn’t surprised when the taller man chooses to chase after her when she calls his bluff. It’s the only logical response, though a part of her ponders why he bothered making the bluff in the first place, a glance at his aura yields few clues under the yellow-purple haze surrounding him. Questions questions, never enough answers.

“The common areas are better repaired” She answers as precisely as she can, not being capable of judging just how ‘depressing’ an area is or isn’t. “The rest of the ships passengers pass in and out of them regularly. You are likely to find someone you recognize among them.” It’s an annoyingly common trend, and the small frown that touches her face is the first sign of emotion Flamebringer will see from her. The ship continues to find inhabitants with connections to each other, yet she alone hails from Golarion.

It’s for the best, really, the few handfuls of people who’d recognize her would make a ruin of this place in days given the opportunity.