Lynne raised her eyebrows, a little confused at his nod toward her food - oh, my God, man, I'm not even eating right now, stop! - but then she crinkled her nose and nodded, laughing when he joked about her sickness. "Will do, but I think I'm good," she replied, blushing a little and looking simultaneously amused and visibly bested.
"God, I know," she agreed. "It's huge. I don't even know where to begin..."
There was something like ten or eleven floors to this massive ship, if Lynne remembered right, and there was a ton of things to see and try. She'd noticed a salon, for example, and couldn't help the niggling voice in the back of her head practically begging her to go check it out to see how it rivaled her own workplace. "Have you had a chance to look around much, yet, though? I mean at all?" she asked, looking back at Graham and arching her brows again, this time with genuine curiosity.