The drink touches his lips casually, and he finishes it off. Solomon continues to smile as he looks at Catherine and her little outburst regarding his assumption that she's looking for passage to somewhere. "If you were looking for passage at the port authority, you would be at the port authority... and not here," he decides to interject, along with a little shrug. But then, it seems she catches on and as she does, he leans forward, becoming more attentive.

When she glances around the pub, he mirrors the gesture, his eyes following hers, or trying to at least. "Five weeks?" He asks, considering, or at least looking like he is. He leans back, doing some mental math and using his fingers to help himself along. "A round trip, with an extra passenger for the return trip," he mumbles to himself, doing a bit more mental math it looks like. He looks at her up and down, giving her a glance over and stopping at her hair. "And leaving in a hurry," he continues to mumble. "Discreetly, of course," he smiles at that part, and finally nods.

"I think considering everything you've brought up, my crew and I could provide such a service for the reasonable sum of one hundred fifty sovereigns," Solomon says clapping his hands together once. "And, we would be able to leave, right away even, that is, assuming you're ready," his eyes squint a little. "But, I assume you are ready, or will be soon, yes?"