Olivia had been walking with balled fists, boots squishing as she walked, staring down at the wooden planks of the docks, silently fuming to herself. Her hair felt several pounds heavier under her hat, and now that they were both soaked, water dripped down her face, neck, and off the brim of her cap.
A gruff voice snapped her back to attention. Lad? Oh, wait, that's right. That was her. "Uh, yeah. That's her alright. And a lot needs doing. I don't know how handy you are, but there's boards that need to be nailed back in place, everything needs a good sanding, and tell the water-nymph to clear the water out of the hull by the time I get back. He can do that, right?" Her voice unintentionally was laced with an acidic tone, and she only noticed it once she'd finished yelling at a stranger who wanted to help.
"Sorry," she said, trying to swallow her pride. She was a carpenter, she could handle this. No need to make enemies on the first day. She bowed her head politely. "I'm Oliver, the new carpenter. Any help would be much appreciated." She walked past him, and then stopped to turn around and say, "Oh, and the water-nymph is the master gunner. So ask politely." Then off she went to get supplies.