"Merci," he nodded, thanking her in kind. His hair hardly ever stayed in a styled doo, thanks to constantly being on his feet and going from one place to the next. Wind ruffled it, as did his hands, as was the bad habit he had about raking them through his hair, especially when he was anxious.
She'd hardly seen the intimidating side of him. Intimidating was when he was interviewing someone intensely, or perhaps when he was being a bit moody. And of course he was oblivious to any intimidation she might be feeling, anyway!
"I completely agree. This ship has many stories to tell and I plan to capture at least a few from her the cruise is over. The rooms alone are like novels in themselves," he countered animatedly, gesturing a bit with a french fry for emphasis, before popping that one into his mouth with a crunch.
"Come now, you wouldn't be worthless at all to interview," he disagreed. "You've already told me part of your story, anyway - why you came here, your eagerness to explore the ship now that your tragic tale of seasickness has ended. All important details" Graham flashed a wry grin, before raising his brow. "Ah, well, I'd be rubbish to go about the ship with, really. I'll be stopping to take notes frequently, then interviewing crew and passengers here and there." He smirked over at her, picking up the remainder of his hamburger. Oh yes, he had certainly been hungry.