"With pleasure." Ellarinne rests her hand on Deirdre's arm, looking around with interest as she allows the other woman to lead her away. Actually it's quite a bit more than looking; she sniffs the air, her ears twitching when dockworkers call out greetings to their boss or "Miss Breugaire" -- the same person, she assumes. After a moment she says thoughtfully, "This marina is understaffed for its size. Where are the rest of your employees, harbormaster?"