Oh, blast, they're not done. Corrin blinks then quickly gets back into character. She waves her hand dismissively. "Aye, 'e's a prince, but so what? Princes don't normally run around with a crew of sky-traders, do they? Maybe there was some trouble back 'ome and 'e's found himself temporarily disowned or what have you. Maybe the king decided he needed some time away from all of that fancy living to really make a man out of 'im. Maybe he stuck his royal prerogative where it was not appreciated one too many times. 'E hasn't said, and I've not cared to ask him."

"Anyway, 'e's got the ship because the Cap'n gave it to him, like I said. And he is no prince amongst us, let me tell you. We kept him on because he pulled 'is weight, and if he didn't, we'd have let him off at the next port, no question. He's with us because 'e wants to be and because we're willin' ta have him. Maybe it ain't fair but hell, that's life. No sense cryin' over it when there's work to be done."

Then Corrin's eyes narrow and she leans forward. "Now you tell me something, since we're sharin'; why is it you're so interested in what you feel I "deserve", exactly?"

The accent is uneven, and Corrin knows it, but that's the sort of thing that can be ironed out later. For the moment she's trying to pay more attention to the physical mannerisms and the character of the woman she's portraying (or at least that she imagines to be portraying) which are the far more important elements than how she sounds. For the moment, at least.