Eppie grinned at that, finally feeling a bit less worked up. It was settled, then. It wasn't a bad deal, either: he was young, and not bad to look at, not one bit. She might even get herself a bit of fun out of the arrangement; he was right about space travel getting more than a bit tiresome.
She finished her food, finally standing and drinking back the last of the oily gin. A cheeky smile, and she set her hand on her hips.
"Well, 'ow about t'night? After supper. You get settled in, an' I'll get a siesta, and..." a look toward the ship that would be her hope for the foreseeable future, and she looked back at him.
"I suspec' I may grow fond ayer comp'ny, as well."