Eppie found herself giving that same charming, indulgent smile at the man as he sat down, but at his question her thoughts went spinning. What did he know? Had she come off as anything but a bright, cheerful young woman? No, not a chance. This must be how regular sort of folk talked to one another, it had to be. She was learning how 'civvies' behaved, but it was slow going. She laughed, politely covering her mouth with her hand, and gave a shake of her head that let the light glint off her curls.
"I would be as kind as I ought, Mister Grey, if I 'ad aught t'tell you. I fink you over-estimate my charm, at least!" A self-deprecating laugh, of course, was the first lesson charm-school gave a girl. "S'truth I know no secrets, an' no sore points. The cap'n seems a good sort, if a bit 'ard-tied. Her right 'and likewise, an upstandin' man." She enjoyed an internal smirk at that: Yes, Jonah was upstanding, honourable, and good. So much so, in fact, that she hadn't even needed to unlace to win her place aboard his vessel.