Adela leaned back in her chair and regarded the girl. She was firey, and it surprised her. Thoguh she should have guessed that by the way the girl approached her. It wasn't herself that she saw in the girl exactly, but there definitely was something very . . . familiar about her. It almost made her smile. "Alright. Don't want to be called kid I see. What's your name then?"
Daus furrowed his brow carefully as he passed the table seated by two young women, intending to focus on his task at hand. He lingered around the table he had been serving, cleaning up a few discarded napkins, toppled glasses and ale on the wood, yearning to hear a few phrases.
Captain, ship…pirate? He managed to make out, sparing a glance towards both of the women. Pirates, here? No one seemed to pay the two much mind, and he would rather keep it that way…though part of him wanted to jump at the words spoken in hushed tones. Was this his way out of this god-forsaken tavern?
(Bump! No rush Ash, just making sure you didn't forget)
Thea took another sip from the ale, glancing around. She asked the bartender for anyone looking for a crew, and he gestured to Adela, glancing at James with a sneer on his face. Thea thanked him for the information and tuened away, hating how men like this saw her, just because she had a child. Just because she wasn't married. She snorted faintly, and James stirred sleepily. "Mama?" He asked, reaching up at her face with grabby hands. She bent to kiss his forehead, smoothing a hand through his hair. "Hi, baby. Go back to sleep, sweetheart. Everything's going to be fine." James snuggled back down into the sling, closing his eyes and slowly drifting back off to sleep.