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wasn't a perfect plan, but it was a plan nonetheless, and one she could put into action.
     
    "That is not for me to say," Pam said, breaking Remy out of her thoughts.
     
    Remy looked over at Pam and remembered she had asked the girl a question.
     
    "Of course, Pam," she said, offering her a small smile. "I must apologize for my direct line of questioning. If you're feeling put on the spot, that was not my intention. I feel as though you are the only other woman's aboard the ship, and I feel a closeness to you. Perhaps we can be friends or, at least, acquaintances. I feel as though I can trust you."
     
    From the little Remy knew of Pam, the girl kept to herself and did not like any attention of any kind. Remy still did not know if that was because she was shy or cautious, or both. Perhaps if she could befriend Pam, she might have an ally of sorts here.
     
    "That would be a mistake," Pam told her, her voice cold, her eyes hard as stone. The look on her face surprised Remy and she took a step back. Her eyes narrowed, and she realized Pam was more than just a shy girl. "I am not sure why you believe I would tell you anything, even if Captain Hook would deign to tell me his intentions with you. We are not friends, and just because we are the same sex does not mean we will become friends. I do not like to talk to people I am not close to - I'm introverted and I would appreciate you being sensitive to that. In fact, this is the most I've spoken to anyone in a long while, and I know you don't understand what that's like, but my insides are shaking. So please. If I can assist you with the clothing or if you need anything, I am here to help. I am not here to be your friend. Are we clear?"
     
    Remy could not help his wide her eyes grew as Pam spoke to her.  She was stronger than she appeared, firm in her words and conviction.  Remy could not help but feel a grudging bout of respect start to prickle inside of her.  She also felt slightly guilty for pushing Pam to speak to her when Pam would rather remain silent.  Remy thought she was helping Pam by breaking her out of her shell, but perhaps some shells wanted to remain solid.  She could respect that as well.
     
    “Now,” Pam said, her voice returning to its natural octave.  She seemed small once more, natural.  “Since you are still recovering from your injuries, James has sent me to help you dress.  He wishes to dine with you for supper tonight, to discuss things.”
     
    “What sort of things?” Remy asked before she could stop herself.  At Pam’s admonishing look, Remy smiled.  “Sorry, Pam.  I tend to get a little enthusiastic.”
     
    “I’ve noticed,” Pam muttered as she walked over to the wardrobe.  “Would you like me to pick something out for you, or do you prefer to do it yourself?”
     
    “I’ll do it,” Remy said, standing up.  It was still a strain on her muscles to move thusly, but she forced herself to do so.  She needed to move if she was ever to recover.  “You might pick out something atrocious for me as a way to punish me for my lack of sensitivity and I can’t have that.  Although Magdalena really does not have much of a selection of dresses here.  I suppose beggars can’t be choosers.”
     
    “Magda preferred pantaloons and tunics,” Pam said, and to Remy, it appeared as though Pam did not realize she was sharing information by choice.  “It helped her move around the ship more easily.”
     
    “Magdalena seems like an active person,” Remy ventured, pretending to sort through the clothes.  She already knew Magda was only in possession of three dresses – a green one, a purple one, and a blue one – and Remy knew she was going to wear the green one.  It was demure without being prudish, and it teased at her silhouette without giving everything away.  It most likely would not fit her perfectly, but it would have to do.  For now.
     
    “She is,” Pam agreed.  “And fast.  When she practiced swords with the