Ari had just taken her first sip when the young man walked in and addressed her. She gestured in the direction of the pot and told him, "Help yourself. Cups are above the stove, sugar's on the counter, and I think Bella's out of cream again." She studied him - young, wary expression, just a tad unsteady on his feet. "You're not crew," she mused. She'd never seen him before; not that that meant anything, but he didn't carry himself like a corsair, and she saw no holsters or sheathes. "You must be new." Bella periodically picked up people to fill gaps by reaching out to the guild at large - it seemed this young man had answered the call. She wondered what he did, then decided there was only one way to find out.
She dredged up her very sweetest, friendliest smile, trying to think through the fuzziness that always hung over her in the mornings. "I'm Ari," she said, reaching out a hand to shake - which turned into a hand to steady when the airship shuddered and the young man nearly lost his footing. "Careful," she said with a laugh, then shook his hand once it seemed he had regained his balance.