Eliza swirled the liquid in her glass whilst she absorbed the story Mark was obviously reliving as he spoke, she heard the hidden emotion in his voice, and she saw his eyes, and the way he controlled his breathing, she was good at reading people by now, and probing him at this point would only result in him locking down, but she did have one more question. She looked out over the grey clouded sky, the sea was just calm yet the movement created the illusion of seahorses dancing on the water, the sea had always calmed Eliza, it reminded her of her grandma and grandpa who she'd spent many holidays with as a child, they were both no longer living, and so it was fond memories. The question burned within the reporters mind, until she finally spoke, "Where are your family and friends?", she asked Mark, lifting her legs up onto the chair with her, hugging her knees as she listened to him speak.<br/><br/>She listened to Marks' reply, pausing to reflect on his words, something she did often when reporting, it gave the person time to reflect and add to their speech whilst giving Eliza time to memorise the words correctly and envisage her story a little better. She looked out to the waves once more, it was peaceful, voices murmured in the distance as a couple of men boarded a boat in the distance. Eliza took a sip of her lemonade, she stood up and walked to the edge of the house boat, looking out over the water, placing her glass down, she stretched herself out over the edge of the boat, stretching her arms out with a yawn, the sea air obviously filling her lungs was having a reaction. She giggled and picked up the glass taking another sip of lemonade and walking back to her seat.<br/><br/>"So...Mark....quarter back fallen star, what does a person do to make friends with you? We are going to be spending some time together, and I'd like it to be a little less awkward", she winked at him, "Also, do you have a shirt I can borrow, I'd like to relax a little and my skirt suit is a little restrictive", she told him honestly. She figured a shirt of Marks, would fit her like a lounge dress and she'd only be on the house boat until tomorrow so she may as well get comfortable.