That receives her typical low little breathy sound with a ripple in it, cousin to a laugh, with some genuine amusement in it. Sonja turns to lean her back against the railing of the deck, glancing out over her shoulder and then back to Balthier.

"Everything in nature needs its lure, I guess. The locals think we're crazy for doing this...maybe both because it's dangerous, and because they like it here."

Not that it deterred her. Or any of them. She wonders what they figure that says about this particular motley crew.