ransom + mariner.
Mariner turned to face Ransom, surprised gaze narrowing. "I didn't know you'd started looking. I thought you said we'd talk about it after-" she gestured around them, drink swishing in her hand as she did. "-all of this. The festivities or whatever."
Craning her neck, Mariner watched as Ransom seemed to be moving a little bit like a confused robot. She had barely looked away from him when he threw the compliment at her. And proud as she was of her recovery time about stuff like this, it took a moment and some cheek-blushing before she turned around and rolled her eyes at him. "Ugh." Her eyes darted quickly up and down his form, however. "Yeah well you clean up nice too, yawn."