[Hilda is running on the assumption that his raised voice is a result of trying to be heard over all of the background noise--ships aren't exactly quiet places, after all. She'll figure out that it's his standard mode of communication eventually.

(There's nothing for him to worry about, regarding any hints she may or may not drop. She's far too blunt for her desires to go unnoticed.)]

Cheers to that.

[She clinks her mug with his lightly and takes a drink.]

I'm glad I decided to come up and see what the whole skeleton thing was about. It's been nice passing the time together.