"Oh, him." Saxsice says this somewhat dismissively, likely to cover the fact that when the Ferryman was giving his spiel, she was alternately cussing him out and trying to jump off the boat. Not her most dignified moment, but shockingly not her least either. She shifts to sit on one hip, plucking at the loose threads in the seat cushion.

"Right, yeah, like we're all a bunch'a hardened criminals who've gotta make amends." A pause, and her eyes flick over the man, appraisingly. "...not to make any assumptions, but you seem like a nice enough guy. Definitely too nice to be stuck on mandatory life lesson island."