Again, that look of gentle worry crept into her face. "I haven't seen her all day," she admitted, drumming her fingertips on the bar. They clicked out their own rhythm. On a ship this size, she could be anywhere...
"I had a make-up party in our suite... I couldn't find her to invite her, so then I thought she'd walk in in the middle of it? And she totally didn't! So after everybody left, I thought I'd wait for her or something, but... I got bored."
Lifting her shoulders into a light shrug, she sipped delicately at her drink. "Betcha she's curled up with one of those super long books somewhere."