With a chuckle Ripper looked on as she downed the beer and smiled as he refilled her glass again before taking a drink of his own. Her question diminished the warlock's smile slightly as his thoughts drifted to home, but after a moment of nursing his drink he softly spoke up again. "From london, but judging from your lack of accent I'd say your another Yank. So How's this ship board life treating ya so far, love?" In truth, while he missed his companions, and a proper pint, this place wasn't as bad as he first thought it would be. Between there being plenty of interesting people, and there being a bar aboard, Ripper managed to start to adapt well...if only this place could serve a decent cup of earl grey.