Rubbing his ears in the wake of the Captain's bellow, Alexander saw the young lady by the rail cringe at the younger teen's words. He frowned slightly at the lack of manners -and in concern it would start a feud that would last until one of the two left- before smiling cheerfully and stating, "Y'know, given the variety of company this Black fellow keeps, I'd think the rooms'd be the same size. Wouldn't do for- I dunno, a bank owner?- to be offended 'cause a cobbler got a bigger room than him."<br/><br/>Lex paused, thoughtful, before adding, "Though, I s'pose there's usually a master suite, on this size of estate, yeah? But I'd imagine the man himself sleeps there. 'Less you intend to ask him to sleep elsewhere, an' risk offendin' our host. Either way, oughtn't we let the women have first choice, justa be polite? Jus' sayin'." He pulled away from the wall, heading into the cabin. He halted in the cabin, thinking as he looked at the older woman, before heading to his own room and picking up the grey canvas duffelbag that served as his travel bag for the trip. One last glance confirmed he had backed everything away the high before, and he closed the door as he left the room.<br/><br/>Stopping a polite distance away from the older woman, the American spared a quick glance at her hands. No ring, so not a Mrs, but he didn't know her name, and it was entirely possible she had some other title. "'Scuse me, madam, dunno your name, but you mighta heard the captain give the estimate for landfall 'bout three minutes ago, yeah? Was wonderin' if you could use a hand gettin' your things on deck, an' inside the estate, if need be?"