Re: Vendors on Main: Mal/Away Away
His brain was still trying to connect the dots here between sherry, something only the oldest people he knew as a child drank on a regular basis, and the somewhat scantily dressed pirate who had spilled it on him. And that was before the pirate began cheerfully talking like she'd stepped out of a 1930s swashbuckler. It had been a long few days, truly, but even if he'd been at his best, he would have been a little at a loss. Her sunny smile somehow only left him even more at sea. As it were.
"I am not," he said, confirming her assumption that he had no military bona fides. She did seem psyched about the fact that he wasn't a navy man, so there was that? Quite possibly? He turned his head, eyeing her. "Is that a good thing?"
She slapped him on the back, and while he didn't cough, he did flinch a little. Oh, good god. He was starting to feel properly intimidated by this woman in the best possible way. "I...have not. Am I a disappointment?" He was slowly getting his footing again in the conversation, and trying to figure out what a 'Cunarder' was by context clues. "I will be frank," he said, "I haven't the faintest idea what either of those things are." His accent was posh enough that he might be the son of a general of some stripe, though his clothes hardly implied it. She was implying something at him, he was fairly confident of that. Now if only he knew what that thing was. "I take it you're a woman of the...sea?" A flat guess. Fingers crossed.