"So," he began as they stepped back out onto the deck. "There are essentially seven areas of work on the ship."
"That includes cooking, cleaning, defensive, lookout, poisons, cartographers, and specialists. Within these fields are different criteria, of course, but you should be able to try a little of everything."
A small frown crossed his face, but he cleared his throat, looking down at the ground. "I saw you were playing Pinfinger earlier."
She glanced up slightly. "I've never heard anyone call it that before," she paused. "I saw you as well. Just for a moment."
"Ah, right, well... I had some stuff I had to do," he said quickly. "I'm sorry I didn't get to introduce myself, but... well, I suppose it doesn't matter now."
"So that's what you're like," she remarked playfully, her tone surprisingly teasing. "Not one for first impressions?"
He blinked in surprise, glancing down at her with a small smile. "I suppose not. Besides, you seemed fairly busy. It didn't seem like a good time."
"Business never.. seemed.. like," her words stuttered, and she suddenly became more aware. Like an old computer shutting down, "like a problem.."
He looked down at her with a frown. "Hey," he said, stepping in front of her and bending down to look her in the eye. "You okay?"
He frowned, and she would be able to notice the light dusting of freckles across his nose. "It's alright, Ms. Rohesia. Maybe we should do the tour later? It's probably been pretty overwhelming."
