Bianchi had been ready to jump forward and start poisoning the water when he changed songs. Paused at the railing, the waves of sound echoing out across the water. She could feel the drowsiness it was taking down one after another of their assailants. The rocking of the boat calmed although the entire deck was wet now. How his instrument could stand the watery barrage was a mystery to her.

She turned back to look at him for a moment before looking out at the remaining dozen. "Should I sing?" She asked quietly.