Sometime after her chat with Portugal, England was wandering by. He was dressed in work-clothes, a tank-top, pants, boots, gloves, and he had a tool-belt. This was not his usual attire, especially considering what time-period he was from, but he was taking this very seriously. As far as he was concerned, this boat was his, and damned if he would let others tell him the way it should look.

As he passed by Yoko, England had to pause and check her over. Well, well, someone he hadn't seen before. She was quite a beauty, too. For a human, at least. He decided to talk to her, since she was working all by herself.

"How are you fairing, Miss?" he asked, handing her a cool bottle of water he had grabbed from an icebox along the way. "Do you need any assistance?"