Poor Mallory looked as though he was losing steam and quickly. His skin was starting to redden, and it was fairly clear that he was growing tired, assumedly from all the walking involved in this little shore excursion. Even dressed in his long sleeves and jeans, Mallory was beginning to look a little worse for wear. Some people weren't meant to spend the day in the heat of the sun. Even Ginny, who had once loved the outdoors, could have used a nice, cold airconditioner and a comfortable seat.
"We could always find you a hat somewhere close by, I'm sure. You could even get one of those ridiculous beer hats with the straws," she suggested, merely teasing. She couldn't imagine Mallory in any sort of hat, much less the kind with beers and straws as embellishments. Ginnifer didn't know him very well, but she always assumed he was the straight laced sort of guy. There was something about him she found comforting - perhaps the kind eyes or the gentle face. He didn't seem threatening, but Ginnifer had learned not to trust anyone based on appearances.
When he asked if she wanted to join him for a drink, Ginnifer thought about politely declining and heading back to the ship. But why? What could a drink with Mallory hurt? So, rather than turning down the offer, she smiled and shrugged. "Only if we find somewhere with an airconditioner. I didn't realize how long I'd been walking until right about now." Her feet ached and, despite the hat and the sunscreen she'd donned, she was beginning to tire out. Now that she thought about it, a drink sounded pretty excellent, after all.