Underestimating herself, of course, was exactly the impression Eppie wanted to give. She knew who Miss Cardiff ought to be in the eyes of her fellow passengers: a charming, if someone naive girl, a bit sheltered, a bit dim; but good-hearted for all that. The sort of damsel every woman wanted to trade gossip with, and every fellow wanted to protect. Luckily, she was close enough to that archetype that it was hardly acting, most of the time.
As good as she was, even Eppie couldn't hide the gleam in her eye at seeing the flashing bright coin before her eyes. It caught the sun, keeping her attention as it glittered and spun in Eli's fingers. She remembered the first time she'd been given a coin of her very own. She answered, forcing her eyes away, squinting up into the sun.
"Ah, am I really that obvious? I admit, sir, that I 'aven't the faintest where I'm goin'. The...the thought was jus...t'ave a bit've adventure, see..." a shy giggle. "Does that make me sound awfully daft?"