Rodolphus has more or less served his purpose here, as far as Ilde is concerned, but having no especial reason to wander off and not finding his silent company off-putting (a neat bit of hypocrisy that would be) she remains at his side for now, blowing smoke out over the ocean. Downwind serves the other, slightly more considerate purpose of not blowing smoke at Rodolphus.

(The gun is holstered at her hip, the knife sheathed on the other side; she seems comfortably accustomed to carrying both.)

Ilde rests a hand on the railing in front of them, leaning forward (not quite far enough to be classified 'dangerous') to peer down into the water like she's weighing certain possibilities. Her fingers flex. Hmmm.