Red leans over to look at the parchment all rolled up? She takes it, unrolls it slowly, and looks at it. This reminds her of ancient times - vaguely anyway. Her memory of that time is hazy at best given she was a giant three headed dog guarding a gate without much humanity at all.

Now she's used to seeing pictures on phones so it's a very different venue.

"Yep. I can do that for ya. Least I can do after your help, and like you, I've only seen misogynistic sailors around so. We should stick together." She examines the face, committing him to memory so she'd recognize him if she sees him at some point later. Guess if she falls through here there's no reason someone else from her world can't too. "Who is it? You think he's here?"