[center][color=c4df9b][h2]Bridget Josephine McGalley[/h2][/color][/center]
[i]Interacting with:[/i] [@Psycho Sushi]
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As the man came back, drink and mugs in hand, she could feel his eyes inspecting both of them for far longers than others. Seeing two young women alone, in a place like this one, was not usual. Bridget could easily guess that this has been the first wine he has served in ages, people comming to places like this usually preferring stronger and cheaper spirits. 

Taking the mug Isabella offered her, she took a quick sip, trying not to cringe at the bitter and low quality taste. She always asked for wine at bars like this one, remembering fondly the taste of wine at other taverns, when she visited with her father, but always ended up being a mistake. But she always tried again. And it was still better than watered down rum, so it was something. 

She looked at the other girl, swirling the wine in her mug while she thought. Too soon to really explain all her life to some other girl, she was never a trusting person, so of course she would need far more time to really explain why she decided to go that way. Still, the best lie was a half truth, or so her father said. [color=c4df9b]"I could also ask the same about you. I'm pretty sure we could have that in common"[/color] she started, giving the other girl an opening while she took another sip. [color=c4df9b]"I didn't really like the life I was going to have back home. So I left."[/color] she said simply, shrugging. 

The Scottish smiled at the mention of the previous cook. She didn't know the man personally, but she had heard more than enough about him to know what the other girl was trying to say. [color=c4df9b]"Well, I sure hope that being different from him means something nice. I'll take that as a compliment."[/color] she teased. [color=c4df9b]"And after all, you always need a cook on board, so it was an easy job to get. Calm enough, not that stressful, and most of the time I just have to cook and that's it. No fighting, no climbing too high up, no danger. At least, not more danger than I can handle."[/color]

She finished talking, more than enough to really give an explanation. But she was also curious about the other girl: she looked far more put together and fancy than any of the other shipmates. And young, too, just as herself. That wasn't usual at sea. [color=c4df9b]"What about you? I had never seen a cartographer as yourself, either"[/color] she asked.