[Ugh...ugh. Rubbing her face, Perona groans quietly and thunks her head on the back of her chair. This is ridiculous. She can't even get to do the thing she loves to try and calm her nerves down after working herself ragged (and dying) on that stupid draft.]

Then tell me - what else I'm supposed to do to occupy myself?! How can anyone take an ocean away from a sailor?! Peh... What a piece of shit place this is.