"Yes. These brief respites from the dolldrums of the ship are always appreciated." She takes another sip of champagne and then finds that she has taken the last sip. She sets it on a passing waiter's tray.

"Yummy?" Nura arches a brow, smiling a little coltishly. "He sounds like a decent sentient being then."

Nura laughs. "Yes, he really is." Her cheeks are somewhat rosy from the effects of the alcohol - or perhaps she's just making another rare little blush.