[color=9e0039]CORRINE DOOLAK[/color] -- The Hull, Far Harbor

Corrine had hoped he would take her invitation to sit with her at the rail, but didn't expect him to make such a sweet, tender gesture, like put his arm around her.  ...well, she'd [i]hoped[/i], but it'd been months...decades...since she'd engaged in something like a proper date.  It wasn't like the island was at all densely populated, and it only took her a matter of weeks in Far Harbor proper before she felt like everyone was more like a member of her extended family.

[i]Fine.  You've been lonely.  But it doesn't make this less...nice.[/i]

Naturally, she nestled up to him a little closer.  His body felt warm against hers, even through her multiple layers.  "So, if you're from the mainland -- like a desert, you said?  How did you ever end up as a sailor?"