Andromeda White was one of the few who listened intently to the elderly man's speech. Being as she was, she never turned down knowledge of creation, no matter how dull. Although, if one is telling the truth, she did turn her eyes to the front of the ship, idly day-dreaming about the figurehead she would have put at the prow if she'd built it. The old sea-farer's started to fade into a dull drone. As soon as she noticed she'd stopped paying attention, she snapped her head back to look at him, feeling embarrassed.<br/><br/>At least, the speech took a turn onto a more interesting subject. With a soft smile, she listened to the pre-written description of the voyage they were about to embark on. She'd never had much family-- she had nieces and nephews who were still alive, somewhere, but when the world had undergone its great change, she'd been in Greece, and they had been in America. She hadn't heard anything from them since.<br/><br/>This voyage held a number of appealing aspects to her. She enjoyed travel, particularly as she kept a collection of art pieces inspired by different parts of the world. She also had a strong feeling of responsibility for restoring things to a proper livable state, though only in the sense that everyone had a responsibility to it. Another thing was that she loved people-- with an artistic eye for everything, each different and colorful personality intrigued her, and she believed in every person's potential.<br/><br/>She was a people watcher. Having found a fairly isolated corner of the deck (or as isolated as it could be) she watched the reverent silence induced by George's speech turn to the hustle and bustle of sailors getting ready to set sail, and passengers turning to chatter. She knew a number of these passengers, though they did not know her as well, got all her silence. She was most charmed by the sailors, with their rough exteriors and behaviors. Their brusque mannerisms appealed to her because of the level of character in them-- as well as the colorful speech. While she fit in most with an elegant and beautiful environment, she most enjoyed the loud, colorful, exciting kinds.<br/><br/>By this time, she'd already lost awareness of her own self. She was too busy watching, and listening, always the silent observer. The bustling life of the ship fascinated her.