[It's darker inside than it is without; that's not really saying much, though, when light itself is lacking almost everywhere. Furina gives her eyes a moment to adjust, thankful the Neuvillette stands and waits with her even though he almost certainly did not need that same consideration.]

It all sounds as wet as anywhere else, to me. Can you find us a place with minimal dripping? Or minimal wind, at least.

[Forget the wet--if there's one thing this ship isn't, it's quiet. The noise is enough to drive a woman to madness, and right now all Furina wants is to find somewhere suitably hushed to hunker down at let her Iudex rest while she tries to clear her head.]