Hanging out with Remi.

Charlotte was still mostly lost in her drunken haze. Deciding whether or not she wanted to go back and find her friends was hard, especially when she was still reeling from the strange experience she had just had in the hallway. Who was this woman who had appeared as if out of nowhere to scare that creep off, and why was she walking around the ship dressed like that?

"So, uh," Charlotte said. "Who are you again?" She was slurring her words again. It was pretty hard to hide the signs after more than a dozen shots, and many of those had been absinthe.

The Remi woman pursed her lips, looking down at Charlotte. She could see the pity in her eyes. "I'm one of the maids on the ship," she repeated. "Do you need help getting anywhere? I know the layout of the place pretty well, and I know how confusing it can be." She left it unstated that most drunks wouldn't be able to find their way around the ship if they had a GPS in their hands.

Charlotte smiled. "That sounds great," she said.

"Where do you want to go?"