The way she speaks makes him think of a brother, or perhaps some other family member, or just coincidentally looking alike--in any case she's clearly not comfortable with their sudden separation.

"Of course," he says. "I'll keep an eye out." There's still a whole ship of passengers to meet, after all. God knows how many else are here. Thirty? Sixty? Hundreds?

At his hip, he thumbs his ring as he speaks. "If you don't mind me asking a favor of you as well... if you find a woman with brown skin, brown curly hair, going by the name of Rita, could you point her my way?"