Well, if he was being shown around, a place seemed fairly certain, though he wouldn't count it so until he had his gear on board and in his quarters.
"I'd like that, thanks," Eli said. He tucked his hands into his trouser pockets and stepped up the ramp, long coat swinging around his legs. It was a look, I'm harmless, nothing to hide gesture, as familiar as his favorite knife.
It was quieter, cooler, and dimmer within, and Eli blinked, not liking that moment it took to adjust to he difference in light. It made him feel vulnerable. Jonah didn't give off a sense of danger, and Eli generally trusted his instincts. A little distant, maybe, guarded, but in this line of work, he'd need to be.
"How long have you been on the Huria?" he asked, falling into step beside him.