[Kazuha straightens alongside her, a tad embarrassed to realize that the concept of introductions had not occurred to him, preoccupied as he was with the flowers and the strangeness of the place.]

And I am Kaedehara Kazuha. A mediocre sailor at best, I'm afraid, though fortunate enough to find a captain who would have me.

[His self-deprecation is breezy and matter-of-fact, without a hint of self-pity. He seems entirely unbothered by being a poor example of the profession, if indeed he is. His small smile has a slightly wry edge to it.]

I admit, I find your concern for the flowers admirable, if a tad misplaced considering our present circumstances.