The doors DINGed open and Riff looked up. This was not the floor she was looking for. And the woman was not important. Only she'd always been taught to be polite so when she asked a question, Riff responded while rubbing her hand over her fuzzy head (it needed to be trimmed), "I... need to get to my station."
Something was wrong. Why was there only one person trying to get on the elevator? Statistically on a cruise ship with 100 passengers and numerous crew, there should have been at least two or more. She supposed it was possible for only one... "Help, um... Yes. What day is it?" Best start there.