It's not that her shapely form doesn't register, and he'll doubtless find that out later when it comes to mind unbidden, but just now he has more pressing matters to which his mind is attending. He watches her carefully, definitely feeling more like prey than predator as she stalks with high-strung grace to her pile of belongings and begins setting up for a smoke.

"You won't. They might be." The interaction thus far hasn't led him to want to soften that fact. "The Nalawi, who we were with last, hunted sharks for sport. I find that more abhorrent than hunting for sustenance, but we weren't put there to take stances on how they're to execute their own culture's traditions."

He looks away from her and frowns. He's still feeling deeply, deeply guarded, more so than he's had for feel for some time among ALASTAIR's equitable ranks. At the same time, though... "Honestly, I'm surprised that this is the first really contentious cultural difference someone's had, I mean, that I know of. I suppose it was bound to happen. We're all so different."