Heather Grinadrin:
I prefer hunting, not committing suicide.
For some reason she can't identify, the words sting--as if she had been personally entreating the young huntress to do such a thing. She dismisses the intrusive thought.
She doesn't think J.'s sailor would be a likely candidate for a lecture on anatomy, human and otherwise, at lease the kind she has in mind. With her practiced eyes, she scans the room to see if anybody fits the bill--someone lightsome and sharp, not just seaworthy.