“Nice meeting you too!” Carra calls after [s]grape boy[/s], party of grapes boy, shaking her head slightly. “Such hospitality,” she smirks faintly and she carries her bag to her own cabin. When she reaches it, she fetched her sunglasses against the radiant exterior. Her jaw drops at the lavishness of the interior, her bag dropping out of her hand. “Holy gods,” she breathes.