[@ladyanglaise]

[i]If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,[/i]

The words washed over her in a wave, seeming far more off-putting with the most… recent events. Beatrix followed the words with her eyes, lips moving around the words. She’d always adored poetry due to the strong emotional feelings that could be represented without being explicitly stated. 

Beatrix was brought from her downing thoughts by the feeling and sound of someone sitting near her. Glancing to her left, she found herself staring at the, from what she could gather, Captain of the ship they were on. She gave a small smile at his politeness, it being a smooth departure from the rowdier customers she held usually. (And just rowdy people in general.)

[b]”Don’t worry, you are not distracting me at all. And yes, that’s my bar. I’m assuming you were a patron of mine before?”[/b]