Ro watched the two humans exchange further words, though he was amused that Ray could not tell the man was a native French speaker.  Perhaps she didn't have the ear to determine such things.  His gaze drifted about the room, coming to rest briefly on another bird showing particular interest in their little trio.  The Frenchman noticed the observer as well, and commented.  The cat decided to do more.

"A dance is better enjoyed in pairs.  If you will excuse me, Ray~"

With that he gathered himself and leapt from her shoulder, vanishing past a swirl of skirts to resurface on a convenient ledge near the fellow with the tricorn hat.  "Another raven, and just as black as the first.  And as curious about our hosts as everyone else here, if a bit rougher in his manner."  Schroedinger ducked his head to hold back a sneeze as the sharp scent of salt filled his nostrils -- yes, very definitely a zailor, this one.  As if the voice hadn't been indication enough.  But perhaps he could be lured into spilling a few tidbits of what he knew.

Ro took in the confident manner, the clothing, and made an educated guess.  The party did not seem to have anyone that was merely incidental: most likely this man owned a ship.  And if he was wrong, he could pass it off as a convenient nickname.  "So, Captain.  You wonder who has brought all these people together?  Would you care to hazard a guess?  I'll say that this is not quite like Society's usual games.  Perhaps it is a new one, or perhaps something else altogether.  What do you think?"