A man on his ship, free to go where his will takes him. Not the most altruistic of hopes, but it's not terrible. Does she trust him, no. But he isn't from around here, and that's enough to be worth exploring.

"Thanks, guess I'm still not used to all of, well, this," Tandy gestured to the room. The rollick and festivity of it all. Moving her hand from his as she stands up. She'll play into being weak, letting her youth be her mask for this one. She's speaking a more modern English still, having not learned the local dialect just yet, "You're also not from here?"