Jorah looked up only to be awkwardly confused by the woman's chaotic gesticulating. Cautiously, he stood, trying to figure out her intent. His brow scrunched, unnerved as the crew's tension still felt delicate. She seemed to have no voice, but her hand-shapes were nothing he'd ever seen. They looked almost how one moved underwater.
He raised both his palms, patting the air in her direction, a gesture he hoped would calm her.
Then, he pointed to the dead captain, and looked back at her face, and pointed at her.
Finally, to emphasis his point, he went to the crumpled body, pulled off the foul-smelling tricorn from it's head, sniffed it, second-guessed if handing it to her would convey the right meaning - but this was no time for indecision - abruptly, he held it out to her.
[color=orange]"Captain,"[/color] he said.
He raised both his palms, patting the air in her direction, a gesture he hoped would calm her.
Then, he pointed to the dead captain, and looked back at her face, and pointed at her.
Finally, to emphasis his point, he went to the crumpled body, pulled off the foul-smelling tricorn from it's head, sniffed it, second-guessed if handing it to her would convey the right meaning - but this was no time for indecision - abruptly, he held it out to her.
[color=orange]"Captain,"[/color] he said.
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