At Graham's comment, Lynne laughed and nodded. "No, probably not. I wouldn't want my weak stomach sullying the ship as a whole. It's not the ship's fault my body doesn't know how to handle being on anything bigger than a ski boat," she joked back.
She gave another nod of understanding, looking a bit more pensive as her laughter died away again. "I hope you find it," she replied. "Your story, that is. A really good one." And she found that as she said it, even though she hardly knew the man, she meant it. There was just something, she thought, about having a dream - even if it was a small one - dashed by reality. If he found nothing of interest to write about and was left with nothing more than a review, Lynne thought maybe that might kinda suck for him. It'd suck for her, she thought, if the tables were turned, anyway.
When he gave her an apologetic smile and explained that he worked better alone, she shook her head and held up a hand, giving him a genuine smile. "Hey, no hard feelings, man. I fuckin' hate it when I get people hovering over me when I'm working, so trust me when I say I won't take it as a personal blow," she replied understandingly. Although, she had to admit to herself that she was a little disappointed that he was giving her a polite brush off when he'd been the one to start the conversation. At least it was a work-related brush off, though; that she could understand. To her, nothing was worse than an overbearing mother or girlfriend hovering too close behind her while she was cutting someone's hair. It annoyed her to no end and she supposed she'd be something akin to that without even meaning to if she were to follow him around like some lost puppy with no one else to talk to. This ship was huge; she was bound to meet more people. Especially since she planned on going to the show she'd heard about. "Sure, if you want. I'm not goin' anywhere," she said with a wink in response to his taking down her information and catching her later.
Any sort of rejection, even the tiniest, to Lynne was ego-bruising at best and -shattering at worst, so even if she wanted to believe that he wasn't turning her away for an underlying reason, she couldn't help herself from thinking just the opposite and that, at least, was typical, however frustrating that happened to be. Besides, she'd pegged him as too good to waste time on her the moment he sat down. It was just something she did. The second someone was in her vicinity, she judged to herself, whether she was worth their time. More often than not, she decided she wasn't. It was nothing new and this guy was no exception. It was certainly not by any means his fault she felt like that; Lynne was just built that way.
So, when he suggested catching her at the show, she plastered on the same old smile that fit her like a glove - so practiced that she didn't even have to try - and nodded. "Definitely," she chirped. "I'm all about the music so I'll absolutely be there," she replied. "Say hey if you see me first, okay?" she asked.