Zafika frowns beneath their blindfold, hearing the tone in Gail's voice shift to more nervous and dismissive again, but they don't point any attention to it. Not their place, they didn't know him that yet.

"Friends with an assassin, huh...?" They move their hand up a bit, stop to hesitate, before they say fuck it to it in their mind, and properly reach their hand up to offer it to Gail for a handshake. Screw their bandages showing. They would have to switch to a shirt that would hide them better though. "I can be your friend, at least as long as we're on this island. I might be shipped away after that but, it's something, right?"