Being spoken to in such a way annoyed Cirnelle, if it weren't for the fact that the man had an air of nobility about him, she'd tell him off. Quickly hopping to her feet she smiles and begins to play on the mans presumptions. "I'm terribly sorry sir!...If you would tell me where your cabin is, I'll be sure to send the finest food our cooks can whip up." She eyes him over, checking him for any loose pouches he might worthy of a 'tip'.