Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Had Sierra not been standing in the middle of an old, smelly, mysterious, rundown ship that came complete with a book about dead wizards, she may not have been phased by the sudden tugging at her robes. She may have even drawn her wand and given the culprit one of her typical glares. She may have done a lot of things.

As it was, though, she was on a ship that fit that description, and she was a little on the leery side at the moment. She jumped a little, darting over to the side to get away from whatever it was tugging at her robes. Her eyes flashed downward to meet Lola Jones, and then...and only then...did she relax a little and start the glaring. "Lola," she half-snapped, "get up. What are you doing down there?" This was Lola Jones, though, people. That was enough of an explanation.

...and then it hit her. Exactly why was she always so annoyed when Lola came around? Sure, the girl was a complete and total nuisance, but she was also loyal as a dog, and Sierra needed someone who'd follow her around and possibly be at her beck and call. So as long as she didn't act like she did at the end of the feast, they'd be just fine. Perking up and suddenly acting a lot nicer, Sierra said, "Oh, Loooooola. It's you." An evil smirk, which appeared like a nice smile, spread across her face. "I've been looking all around for someone to explore the ship with me. Know anyone looking for someone else to partner up with?"

In other words, you can be my partner and walk slightly ahead of me. That way, if there's rotten boards to fall through or creepy people lurking around corners, you'll meet them first. It was an excellent plan, she thought.