Chelsea could tell she'd hit on a sensitive topic, so was more than willing to let the subject drop, although she'd made a mental note of what he'd said in case she was ever hanging out with Molly again. "Oh, we're not travelling together," she said, lazily paddling in the water. "Really, we just met on this cruise. I don't even think we're officially... girlfriends" The word gave her pause and another happy feeling came over her. "... yet. But we've really clicked and I think something really good is going to come out of this."
She paddled over to the side of the pool and lifted herself up, her arm muscles rippling a little. "I'm gonna get out before I get too pruny, but I'll hang around, if you don't mind." Her butt planted on the cement, she pulled herself up onto the nearest lounge chair. "So," she said with a slight grunt. "How about you? Is there a future Mrs. Flynn around?" She figured that if he was travelling with Molly and no one else, he wasn't married, but might be dating.