"I know, right?" she echoed his thought about not complaining when it came to injuries. "Last night was awful. I'm surprised I... after it all settled, it looked like a war zone." She looked over her shoulder at him as they walked. "Where were you when the shit hit the fan, so to speak?" From the looks of things, the uninjured were few and far between, and she was curious if he had been in the same space she had been. It would've been more than a little ironic.
Her eyes lit up at the mention of a buffet, and she wondered why she hadn't bothered to explore the ship a little more. After work she was usually tired (of what, she couldn't say, there weren't many customers) and just wandered back to her room to warm up whatever she had brought with her. Kind of silly when she considered all the eateries that were on the ship, not to mention that it was a little unlike her to be anti-social. Must've not grown her sea legs yet. "Mmm... buffet. The best creation maybe ever." It would be nice to pick and choose how she pleased.
"So Matt, what's your story... are you a passenger, a staff person, or a stowaway?"