"Surgeon." Who so happened to work at sea - just didn't like being called 'sailor'. He raised his hands defensively. "An' it ain't no problem at all." He gave his natural drawl free reign, finding that it helped seperate his voice from the rest of the rabble around. Shifted his chair so he was facing her, he leant forwards slightly, fixing her with a discerning gaze.

"Just leads me to wonder what a lady o' your standin' might be doin' on a rock like this in the first place."