"It suits you, in a very non-Gillian's Island way" Enzo replied. He watched as the woman leaned back against the railing, the faraway lights of the island creating a kind of halo around her head. He stood up from his own seat and stepped forward, leaning against the same rail. Enzo easily invaded Ginger's personal space, but he'd never really cared about that sort of thing.
"I'm coming over to see an old friend," he said, choosing the phrase 'see' rather than the more blunt 'track down and possibly kill'.
"It's been ages, and I'm going to surprise him. As for the hour, what can I say? I prefer the night time. The people who are out this late are easier to sort out then people in the daylight."
He looked around the part of the boat they were on, picking someone out from the crowd.
"Her for example," he said, pointing out a tired looking young woman.
"I'm guessing... single mother, probably works some crap shift job on the mainland, but doesn't want to pull her precious spawn out of his school, to move there."