Jenny grinned. "Thank you, Mr Warren." She winked at him.
Ichabod gave her an unimpressed look. "The deterioration of manners between our generations aside, I have many questions about this place we find ourselves in. Have you managed to find out anything about it? Is there any supernatural threats we ought to be aware of?" He trusted Miss Jenny's instincts, and her ability to keep herself safe.
Jenny shook her head. "No threats, not supernatural anyway. It's alien, and they're apparently friendly though I haven't met the owner of the ship. It's... good. Peaceful. There's enough stuff to keep us fed and comfortable. They'll return us to the second we left, apparently. We just have to sit tight until they work out how to do it."