[The video comes on to show Faris lounging on the ledge of the balcony to her room, one leg hanging precariously over the edge (well, it would be precarious if she didn't live on the first floor). Lazily, she dangled a thin chain from her hand, letting the pendant attached to it swing at about eye-level. The pendant was simple, but made of gold and, frankly, looked like it better suited a noble than a dirty pirate.]

What are parents like? [She cleared her throat.] Your parents, I mean. I never knew mine. I thought I was finally gettin' close to maybe figuring out who they were when I got yanked here, go figure.

[Maybe she's just not meant to find out. After a second she shook her head, looking more serious this time.]

Anyway, does anyone have any experience buildin' boats? Far as I can tell, food's runnin' out here and sittin' around on our thumbs doesn't seem to be getting us out of here any sooner.

(OOC: Feel free to [action] at her if you happen to be walking around by her balcony or in her room for whatever reason or whatever!)