She watches John silently as he makes his way out of the ship, and nods at his first inquiry. Then, the Smirk.

"Yes, John, you've figured it out. Unfortunately there aren't any boulders lying around that I could kill you with, or dead pigs that we could hallucinate about, but otherwise it's pretty much the same thing."

She looks out at the sea and spots a speck. "Possibly the wrong literary genre?" she says, half to herself, as she tries to get a better look. "There's something on the horizon."