Scarlet looked to Eleanor with more of a warm expression. "It's good luck to share a drink with'yer crew-mates" she entertained aloud.<br/>When Ross came along with a beaten swagger, she just grinned a little. "What Ele means, is that'ya have that "swoon" face port girls love. You'know what I mean, face like a pretty boys" she said, backing up Eleanor's tease. She would've handed him the bottle, but Melanie had sped over and quickly stole a drink. After that, Scarlet was maybe a little more stingy as she took some long runs with the bottle. Only stopping after her fourth and final swig.<br/><br/>Spending a moment looking to the others and listening, raising an eyebrow at Melanies talk of a drunken wasteral. Scarlet couldn't do much but pat her dirt laced pants down. It had come as a quick thought to announce to the pouting Eleanor that she had paid for her theft as well, but in light of her action she kept her lips sealed.<br/><br/>"Look at us!" she said with an unusually wry tone for her, "Docked at shore, and instead of spending time inside the pub with most of the others, were'ere."<br/>"Hell, at the very least. In my late childhood, a few of the guys'ed take me by the beach-side and shoot bottles with our pistols."<br/>She took one clear look at the bottles in their hands and took a smell of the alcohol. "Admittedly though, not a great idea when'yer a few drinks in" she reminisced, holding what meager amount was left of the bottle to the man Ross.