“Oh, shush,” Marlin laughed as he complimented her appearance, giving him a playful push. “Same thing I wear day in day out... more or less. You, on the other hand, always know how to pick something new and dazzling. Just look at that! Were ye a treasure, I’d loot ya in a heartbeat.”<br/><br/>“Your pool, Freddie?” She repeated then at his brief comment. “Oh, your pool’s just fine. Come on now, everyone can use a little rough ‘n’ tumble once in a while. Ain’t that right?” Marlin told him with a wink. She leaned in quickly then to whisper, dropping the unfazed captain act for a moment to tell him privately: “I don’t think I broke anything, just made a little splash, but if I broke anything - or break anything else tonight, you know me. Just send the bill and I’ll arrange for an even better replacement. Okay sweet’n?”<br/>She patted him on the back then, turning with a grin to take in the other guests as he introduced them. It certainly was a special bunch... even without telepathic abilities, it was easy to read some things and hard to read other things, but it seemed like there was something ‘off’ or ‘different’ about each of them. The same applied to her though, she supposed, and thus she didn't let it bother her. After smiling at the dog, she looked up at this mysterious fellow Goodman and tilted her head, intrigued. “Hi there handsome,” she greeted him with a nod, adding: “Nice pooch. I’m not very good with pets meself, misfortunately... my only parrot died a hero’s death, taking a bullet that was meant for my shoulder. Sad affair.”<br/><br/>As Freddie guided her attention to Jack, Marlin grinned as he came up to her, before laughing out loud when he leaned in to kiss her hand. “That’s rich! Kissing me hand like I’m a dainty lady! From Captain to Captain,<i>you</i>can call me whatever you like, but...” Her hand gripped his chin, making sure he was looking into her eyes. “... what a good Captain really needs is an obedient crew. Do ye want to be my<i>first mate</i>?” she asked with a particular emphasis on the word ‘mate’, as she leaned closer. “Then all I care about is how good you are at handling my boat, and taking my directions.” She winked and chuckled as she let him go, her cleavage still briefly accentuated before she leaned back and looked over at the newest arrival.<br/><br/>While letting Jack greet the young man first, she appraised him privately. Strong vibe of impulsiveness, violence, disregard for authority. Unreliable nature made her question how good of a crew member he’d make, but she could definitely find herself in the air of rebellious outcast he gave off. Plus, he probably knew how to have a good time. “Nice to meet ya, love,” she told him when it was her turn. “You look like a man who could stow a great deal of rum and then tell a tale I haven’t heard before.”<br/><br/>She trailed off as she caught the tiramisu, wine and roses on the table that Jack and Goodman had brought. “Speaking of rum! Blast the main hull, I forgot me gift. Just a moment, Freddie!” she called out as she bolted back outside to the pool, retrieving the barrel of rum with a spigot that she’d brought along for the party. Though stumbling a little under its weight, she managed to set it down onto the table with a grin, putting one hand on her hip and introducing it with the other hand. “Ta-daa!”