"S'pose I ought to have a good look meself; There's no shortage've airships here but I'ven't seen one that can swim, unless some madman's dreamed one up and is keepin' it hidden. Found anythin' else interestin' in yer wanderins?"

Castor pauses and actually studies the girl before her, actually noting the hair when it's mentioned. "Emerelda, huh? 'S a good name. Kim a friend?"