"You'd be surprised. Navigation can be a difficult problem for the unwary."

"Sounds like you have firsthand experience. Should I worry about a crash into the mountain?"

"That depends how large our convoy is. And whether you are placed in a vehicle with a first-time pilot."

"Should be just me, you, and Zero. What's a 'pilot'?"

"The person in charge of steering."

"Like - uhhh. What's the word."

"A helmsman. Idiot."

She kicks Zero, even though this has absolutely no effect. "Sailing is other people's job. I just beat up warlords and move money around."

"You have a Navy."

Shrug. "They're pretty much just here to police the harbors and chase down pirates - you're the only person likely to outright attack us. And running the Navy is the Admiral's job - she's been at it for decades, and I'm not stupid enough to think I know how to do her job better than her. I tell her what I want done, she tells me if she can do it and what she needs."

She makes a frustrated noise. 

Eliese is sensing a little sibling discord.

Just a little? 

"Well, you're no longer actively killing each other."

"We'll see."

Smile.

She snorts and shakes her head. "We should get moving."

"As you wish."

Five just needs to let her people know she's alive and that Hex will be taking the reins for a bit. 

They'll wait while she does that, then.

The main chunk of time is transit; she's absent often enough to have a smooth process here. 

Fair enough.

Does Zero have anything she wants to talk about while they have a moment of privacy?

She's fine. (She does not sound super fine.)

No ground rules she'd like to propose, now that their traveling party is growing?

Like what? Zero can deal with Five being obnoxious when it happens.