Joseph looked over to the surgeon as he warned him to be careful, he raised his hands as though to acknowledge this and apologise, though not without a smirk. “Let’s drink a little more, then perhaps we can dance a little more…later” Joseph smiled to Elissa, escorting her back to the table with a hand on the small of her back.

Rhea looked up from her tankard at Adam, she could appreciate how he sympathised with the girl, after all, he had first-hand experience of the place himself. Many of them on the ship had experienced their fair share of hard times however, herself included - [i]what made this girl special?[/i] “I’m sure it’s quite the story” Rhea replied blandly, she observed as Joseph and Elissa returned to the table. Joseph looked delighted well, of course he would, this was him in his element… he drank some more scotch from the bottle.