Zania had dressed up for the evening, donning a black dress and heels, with old style hosiery with the seem up the back. She'd even attempted to pull her hair up into something resembling an updo, even if smoothing down dreadlocks was something of a lost cause. Sitting at her table, she sipped on a cocktail, entertained by the captain's story. Tales of different worlds, Greek fantasies and legends, always fascinated her. They reminded her of the history from back home and the stories her grandmother used to tell her. When the captain finished his story, she clapped along with the crowd, refraining for whistling as well. If she was pretending to be a lady tonight, she might as well act like one.