Nevin took a deep breath and settled his shoulders. Philomel was not quite what he had been expecting from a friend of Stare's - but then again, he really only knew Avis herself, Raevin, and Vitruvion, so he supposed he didn't have much of a barometer to compare the fauness to. She had been brusque, and Nevin still didn't know if she approved of them or not - he was leaning in the direction of 'not' at the moment.

He did still wonder why she seemed familiar. For some reason her face was sticking with him, like he had seen it for an extended period of time. But it still wasn't quite right - the face that was nagging at the back of his mind had never been so cold and commanding. It was disorienting, and the difference in expression combined with the minor differences in facial features was enough that he just could not place it. Not that it mattered for now, but the alchemist knew it would continue to poke the back of his mind until he could solve it.

Still, she had at least accepted them enough to offer them a place on her crew, at least temporarily. That was what was important for now, and what he would focus on. Nevin dropped one hand down to make sure that the whip that he had acquired - not the barbed Plynt whip he intended on having made for actual use, just a bullhide whip - was still strapped to his waist, and nodded to Sketch. That, and a dagger would be the weapons he focused on practicing and learning with - crossbows were just a matter of aim and experience, and his staff had been lost when he was kidnapped by the bounty hunters.

Weapon assured, Nevin took another breath to steady himself. He had been on ships before - had to, to travel to Corone - but this would be the first time he wasn't just a passenger. That done, he strode up the gangplank after Philomel, his steps only hesitating slightly at the sight of the training and combat going on. Well, that was another way he might be able to make himself useful while learning - offering his services in crafting alchemical solutions to help with fatigue or wounds.

Now, to find who he would be reporting to. The Fauness seemed like a busy individual, he doubted she would have the time to train them herself.