Solomon smiles at her redirection, but nods at the name offered. "Well met, Ms. Stone," he says, ready to pretend that the faulty beginning didn't happen. Everyone has their secrets after all. He turns to the barmaid, and there goes her order of a glass of wine, just as his order for 'the usual' comes in. A brown liquid over ice in a glass. "It wasn't alive, if that's what you were wondering," he smirks but just raises his glass when she indicates she doesn't need the details. "I like you," he finds himself saying in response to her words. 

"Ah, my baby. The Claw is not just a ship, Ms. Stone. It's my home, my crew's home. That baby has seen a lot, and truth be told is a bit more of an old lady than a baby," he smirks, "but, it can hold its own against any of the new stuff they're coming up with." He pauses as the barmaid now returns with Catherine's drink. "She's like a fine wine," he gestures at the glass. "A little aged, but made all the better for it." He leans back, reaching for his glass and taking a long swig from it. "And, for a small price, I'd be willing to take you to any port you want, if you're looking for passage that is." 

A glance to the left, then to the right. "You're going somewhere after all, are you not? You don't look like the... type to be staying around a place like this for too long? Haven's not a bad place to get lost at, but someone like you, with that accent," he makes a bit of a face. "It wouldn't quite work out for you, I'm afraid."