Leah noticed that he held her hand a little longer than most people usually did when they shook someone's hand, and she had to control the urge to pull her hand away. She didn't want to seem rude, after all, since she was far from it. She was well aware that he had to at least be a few years older than her since he was clearly consuming alcohol, but attempting to determine his age would be difficult. Sometimes looks could be deceiving.
A smile twitched at the corners of her lips and she nodded. "Yes. I'm a dancer. I've been dancing since I was about seven so it was great when I got the opportunity to perform on this ship," she replied with a smile. "What is it that you do, exactly?"
She stared after the waiter for a moment before turning back at him. "How old are you, exactly?" she asked him bluntly. He definitely had to be over the age of twenty-one otherwise they wouldn't serve him, right?
"Yeah. I am. Are you?" she inquired in return as her eyes lingered over his unbuttoned shirt. It seemed right on him, at least.