We always go back to what we know

Panting and laying about on the barnacle-covered vessel, enjoying the brief rest and chance to let her fur dry out before she set about exploring to see what she could see, It had not crossed her mind that she might soon have company. If it had she might've tried to avoid such a thing. Iskra was hardly in the prime state for chatting with anybody these days. Hell, she wasn't even enjoying her own company.

This was why when another sopping wet form clambered aboard to join her, Iskra - in less than ladylike manner - scrabbled about on the deck in a panic to achieve a standing position as far from the new arrival as possible. It was not pretty, and made that much more embarrassing when the new arrival recognized her, and she in turn recognized him. Wonderful. Just splendid. "Stuff and things, mostly," she answered in a tone that somehow was not nearly as smooth as it needed to be to properly deliver that phrase.

Studying him a moment, Iskra sat back, her expression guarded. She hadn't exactly gotten to know Gryphon very well, and definitely didn't meet him in the best way initially. "What are you doing here?"