Brigid pushes herself up from the table, and leads the way toward the turtle's head. She's not sure what the other woman is going to think about the whole 'living on a moving turtle' thing, but that's not really a problem she can help with. If the smell of the sea didn't permeate most of the island, she wouldn't believe it either.

The sense of peace gets stronger, the closer they get. Brigid stops and takes in a deep breath, ignoring the Ban Om members. "The turtle's head." She says. "The people are members of a religion, don't mind them."