The woman who held Az's left hand in her two capable ones, went to work without a word, obviously knowing her craft expertly well. Content to allow the woman to do her job without interference, Az turned her head to greet the first and second new arrivals. When she thought about it, she realized that these were the first passengers she had come into contact with on this trip. The thought was a pleasant one, even as she stumbled socially on occasion.
"Wonderful afternoon, isn't it?" Perhaps it was far more cheerful than her usual manner, bordering on sugar coated chipper. "Adelia, but I prefer to be called Az." She held up her free hand, her right, to the blonde beside her. Thankfully she was not in a rare babbling mood, as that proved to be odd to weave into a conversation, but instead in a happily bright mood. Not nearly as 'up' as a post-orgasmic glow, but hey, nausea did not exactly do wonders for the libido. Even hers.
This spa certainly was a lovely environment, calm seemed to ooze from the walls and wrap around the passengers inside. Unless you looked out a pane of glass in said walls, you would be completely unaware that you were in the midst of the ocean. Surrounded by clear, blue water. Perhaps not the best thoughts to be thinking until she was sure that her seasickness had retreated.