[Dressed like a woman from the English Restoration-- for that is what she is-- Penitence has chosen to favor higher collars than is strictly fashionable. No one aboard this strange vessel has so far minded.]
[Penitence lets out a soft little scream, just barely higher pitched than a gasp. She hadn't meant to make a fuss, but she's rather sure her wrist is broken. Hearing a man's voice is not an immediate comfort-- men finding her in vulnerable moments is never a good sign.]
I should hardly think it matters what I am, thank you, [she grinds the words out through grit teeth, and even though there is no reason to lie, here, she defaults to her stage name:] Peg Hughes, of Somerset.
[Though her accent is that of a Londoner, middle class at best.]
3a lol.
[Penitence lets out a soft little scream, just barely higher pitched than a gasp. She hadn't meant to make a fuss, but she's rather sure her wrist is broken. Hearing a man's voice is not an immediate comfort-- men finding her in vulnerable moments is never a good sign.]
I should hardly think it matters what I am, thank you, [she grinds the words out through grit teeth, and even though there is no reason to lie, here, she defaults to her stage name:] Peg Hughes, of Somerset.
[Though her accent is that of a Londoner, middle class at best.]