He wasn't saying anything. This was uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Increasingly so. And yet she couldn't quite break the eye contact as she accepted her prosthetic. What she really wanted to do was properly rinse the thing with some water but it was simply too awkward and uncomfortable for her to do anything more involved than wiping it against her skirt.

Pet started to turn her back towards him when she realized she had to make an important choice; pop it back in in front of the girls or pop it back in in front of him. Well she probably wasn't going to see this man again and while she didn't particularly want to spend another second with those girls, it was a sad reality that she probably would cross paths with them again unless she transfigured herself into a fish, dived off the boat, and swam to Siberia to live a cold, solitary life churning butter.

Turning her head to the side as much as she could without being overly visible to all parties on the boat, Petra shielded her eye with her hand while the other prodded the glass orb back from whence it came. She could feel her face burning and wondered whether endless butter churning was really as bad as it sounded. "Uh thank you." This genuinely was the boat ride from hell. How had she ended up in this situation? It was beyond anything. How bad would it actually be if she did try to turn herself into a fish or simply disapparated without another word?

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