Going to Weather

Panel 1 [Adelaide lays her bag on the bed. Barzillai stands behind her, looking over her shoulder and nodding at the bed.]

BARZILLAI:
Had I more time, I would’ve had the bed gimbaled for you. It would’ve helped with seasickness, but...

Panel 2 [Adelaide turns back to him, grinning, and he’s returning the smile, his hand gently beneath her chin]

ADELAIDE:
Perhaps I’ll enjoy the rolling.

BARZILLAI:
We’ll see if you’re still of that mind in about…three hours.

Panel 3 [Barzillai walks back into the stateroom, gesturing to it slightly as Adelaide steps into the doorway between the stateroom and the cabin, head cocked to the side.]

BARZILLAI:
I hope this will be enough space for you. There may be quieter occasions for you to take the air on deck but—

ADELAIDE:
Oh, I hope you don’t expect me to confine myself to just these two rooms.

Panel 4 [Closer view of Barzillai looking over at her, looking flustered and trying to justify his reasoning with a concerned expression]

BARZILLAI:
The rest of this ship it’s…it’s not fit for…

Panel 5 [Shot over Barzillai’s shoulder as Adelaide steps up to him, not nearly as bothered as he, almost amused]

ADELAIDE:
You needn’t worry about me. I can handle myself quite well.