Her main concern was that her provisions were running low, and so long as they took stock before diving back into dangerous territory Jezebel was fine with either course. Regardless, she mustered the effort to comprehend each single blot as the captain gestured at various points where they could, or perhaps should, sail.
It was then that her eyes fell on the blazing red dot imprinted on one of the nth identical islands, which caused the ship doctor to shift from her lacklustre pose and lean forward to inspect the island a little closer. Familiarity only one of many emotions boiling under an inward flame of intrigue and excite as she gently nibbled on the side of her thumb, a physical habit the woman believed to induce hyperfocus.
She recognized the island in question to be home to dragons, most fascinating creatures and an exceedingly rare carriage of ingredients that Jezebel could potentially gather there if luck was on her side (non-breathing specimen preferred). Dragon tissue was pricey and difficult to acquire, after all. If the Federation had truly stationed themselves there, however, it had to be involving something big, something worthy to investigate.
Upon the navigator's inquiry Jezebel shot her frosty stare at the beast-woman in question almost instantaneously, allowing it to linger for a solid second before lowering her hand in order to gracefully push her entirety back into the wooden chair. βI concur.β She stated matter of factly, her gaze still fixated on the other woman. βThe Federation would not fortify themselves needlessly, nor recklessly.β Jezebel gave the map another piercing glance, as if the reaffirm her of her initial thoughts. βThis place has purpose, however large.β