[The blankets were something to do with her hands, something to avoid him with because there's nothing in this tiny little corner of the ship that belongs to her. There's nothing else to look at, nowhere else to turn except around to him, which means that she's cornered and caught now. It's tempting to let her tension bleed onto him. She's done it before, thrashed until he let her go. That feels like it was a long time ago.]
I don't know what you'd like to be.
[Maybe the slightest bit snide, as if she can put all of this on him, but the real answer is that she's avoided finding out.]
or steps leading into the sea
I don't know what you'd like to be.
[Maybe the slightest bit snide, as if she can put all of this on him, but the real answer is that she's avoided finding out.]