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Surely he wasn't asking for her advice. She sighed and proceeded to wipe her blades, getting a vial of mineral oil from a pocket on her jacket. She lightly soaked the cloth and began oil polishing her swords. Keeping them oiled and wiping them off after every dive kept them from corroding or rusting. Without further ado, she proceeded to dole out her requested advice.
"It'd be easier to follow you if you got there alone. If you dock with the rest of us, there'll be too many targets to choose. I think everyone's running by the bar for phase one anyway, so if we all get there at the same time, we seem like a bunch of motley sailors. I always found crowds best for losing assailants myself. With no system recording every individual born on this drowning planet, neither here nor up there, it's easy to get away with murder. And if someone's task is to follow you, would you prefer to screw them over and have the captain remain suspicious of you?"
"It'd be easier to follow you if you got there alone. If you dock with the rest of us, there'll be too many targets to choose. I think everyone's running by the bar for phase one anyway, so if we all get there at the same time, we seem like a bunch of motley sailors. I always found crowds best for losing assailants myself. With no system recording every individual born on this drowning planet, neither here nor up there, it's easy to get away with murder. And if someone's task is to follow you, would you prefer to screw them over and have the captain remain suspicious of you?"