[Majima catches the oar with relative ease, but he's glad to have an excuse to sit down. Though life on Nysa has forced him to adapt to more rustic ways, he's still a street urchin at heart. The only boats he's been on have been far bigger and harbored in Tokyo Bay, and they sure as hell weren't manpowered.
Fortunately, the woman who jumped into the closest rowboat with him seems to know what she's doing. He mirrors her movements with his oar and watches it cut through the murky jungle water leading to the mouth of the jungle. He sighs and rolls up his sleeves; he'd only just gotten used to the cold in Olympia again, only to get sprung back here.]
You are talkin' about the boat, right? [He asks wryly.]
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Fortunately, the woman who jumped into the closest rowboat with him seems to know what she's doing. He mirrors her movements with his oar and watches it cut through the murky jungle water leading to the mouth of the jungle. He sighs and rolls up his sleeves; he'd only just gotten used to the cold in Olympia again, only to get sprung back here.]
You are talkin' about the boat, right? [He asks wryly.]