"Law enforcement. Federal." He raised his coke in salute. "And I'm actually here with my niece."
He turned around to look for her. Molly was sitting with her friend, Lisa, and the woman in the wheelchair who was ready to kick ass and take names earlier. They all looked a bit tense, a touch worried. He stiffened. Was Molly alright? She wasn't seizing, but she could be having any of her other type of episodes. She smiled reassuringly at him. He was likely over-reacting.
"The redhead over there." He indicated Molly's table. "This isn't my idea of a good time. But she's enjoying herself."
He knew he had that damned 'kid's today' tone and he disliked it. It wasn't like he was old, Molly's jokes aside. It was just that some of these people were just so... young.
"I'd rather football and a cookout. Dancing wouldn't be on the menu. So... the cruise-line has you taking notes on their parties? To see what the majority seemed to enjoy most?"
You couldn't always trust a questionnaire. Sometimes people were polite, or petty.