"Fourteen? Are you here without a guardian?" Now, he sounds enraged again. Not at her, but at the fact that she's here at all. (So help the captain if he finds out about even younger passengers onboard. The next chair thrown might be at his head.)

"Yes. I've just arrived. And"--he looks to the shattered remains of that glass--"I've made no secret of my displeasure. I very much doubt my opinion will change with time, but I will shape up my behavior. You may call me Peter Smith."