Vance's clear blue eyes, narrowed against the driving wind, flicked towards Jae as she spoke. He pushed his black hair back up and out of his eyes, scanning the waves to each side. Still no sign of any ships. He brought a reassuring smile onto his face, though, as he sat down across from Jae-- he was sure it looked false, but it was the best he could do. "Don't worry," he said. He'd never been any good at this kind of talk, though. "Many ships traverse this area on a regular basis. I'm sure we'll be found." Though, in reality, I doubt it. The area of the ocean is vaster than one could imagine, and we're drifting, on top of that. As much as he hated to admit it, they'd probably be most likely to survive if they crashed on a deserted island. At this latitude, it wasn't an empty hope, either.
The slightest shadow of a genuine smile flickered onto his face as he looked across at her. "That's your kitten, huh?" There was nothing he could do for the moment; might as well distract himself.