Muse's cheeks flushed at being recognized from the magazine, but it was a happy thing. She loved being noticed, after all. "I am! It's nice to meet you. I love your dreads, the color really suits you." The girl had such lovely skin, Muse was usually quite pale. Maybe she should pencil some time in to lounge in the sun and work on her tan. You couldn't come back from a cruise to Bermuda without a decent tan. She'd managed not to get much poolside time in yet, and she decided immediately that that was a damn shame.
"Where are you from?" American, by the sound of it, but most of the people she'd met on the ship were Americans so far.