*Anastasia listens to Leonard, but she doesn? acknowledge she has.  To him, she probably seems like a total snob, and he would be quite correct.  For she is a different class to him, and she would much rather hear that from an officer then from the boat? crew.  It will take a little time for this foxy to loose the habits of her own little privileged world.  Those like Leonard are not meant to be seen or heard, but on board the Grosvenor, everyone will be nearly leaving in each other? pockets.  Careful there?*Anastasia says to Leonard *  Some of those things would be worth more then you would make in a life-time.  *as he scurries off.  That? all he needs to know for now.*<br/>*Anastasia takes her white gloves off, in the presence of James the wolf.  It? a warm day, and hopefully she won? have to be so formal once on the ship. *  I? pleased to meet you, James Flynn.  *She says, but it doesn? sound like she means it *  I? Anastasia Foxsho, as you may know daughter of Lord Charles Foxsho the third, the most influencal foxes of the land.  *She pauses to look at James, her hazel eyes quickly and casually to what kind of wolf he is.  A gentleman wolf, who he would have to be, for his position.  Romantic and dashing, or a duffer and dull?  Anastasia snaps her fan shut against her hand *  I don? not appreciate waiting on the docks? fox of my position avoids villain, thieves and ruffins, and this port is teaming with them, I? sure.  *Already James would know her type, demanding, beautiful?nother world away from him.  Just maybe one day he might make captain and have a chance?f he? still young enough.  Anastasia holds out her elbow so the lieutenant can accompany her, touring the ship, her other paw still holding the white silk umbrella.  *  I hope my cabin will be suited to a fox of my standing and class, and will be private.