He might've guessed from her style of dress, but her accent, a bold, cheerful English cockney, gave her away as a native of Dyton.
"It is, yes." Eli slanted a glance upward to the pale turquoise sky, then looked back at her. She looked utterly relaxed, a plate on her lap, a glass at her side. "A good day for an alfresco lunch, and the crowd provides ample entertainment. At least I've always found people infinitely interesting."
He walked further up the ramp, and set down his suitcases. "I assume that you're a passenger aboard the Huria? I've booked passage as well. Eli Gray."