Every day she spent here, Inara felt as if little weights were tumbling off of her, one by one, little by little, until she felt so light she could float away. No restrictions, no obligations... of course, Inaraa wasn't the sort of woman to let the freedom go to her head, but all the same. It was nice.
She looked at Jack, her eyebrows rising again. "Where else would she be?" she asked, confused and honestly curious. However odd and unorthodox this man might be, she didn't need to feign interest with him. She was genuinely interested in hearing his story, what he had to say. "Don't ships generally... live in the water?"