*Selphie just beams when Thatch calls her that, looking like the cat who got the cream when he kisses her head. She's a sucker for your charm, Thatch. Selphie gives him a quick and happy hug, then throws a look at Namur, because he really ought to know that calling her sweet things wins her favour over way more than referring to her as a 'l'il shit'*

Oh, I see. Well, don't worry! I'll be right here with the ship - 100% intact!