It's not that Resa doesn't like music. It's that she doesn't like the music that the ferryman is singing--or at least, attempting to sing. Maybe if he could carry a tune half as well as the ferry is (slowly) carrying them, she'd have a little more patience. As it stands, she's eyeballing the ferryman, then the bay, then the ferryman again.

She yawns, stretches out--and her foot stretches right in the way of the ferryman as he walks past her, caterwauling away. Said caterwauling is rudely interrupted by a surprised yelp, and then a loud splash.

Whether purposeful or accidental is hard to say, but Resa doesn't look overly concerned as she inspects the rather wet ferryman, now splashing about to the side of the ferry. "Oops."