The captain raised an eyebrow,  the look she gave now is one of suspicion.   As she looked to the rum and macaroons.   The pistol does not lower.   Even when she reaches with her other hand and takes the offered items.  Showing clearly the captain is not the trusting sort.<br/><br/>Yet how the nightgown clung to her womanly curves.   The flare of her  hips,  the swell of her breasts is like a gods send.  An right now her bosom is very memorizing as the rise and fall with each breath taken.<br/><br/><em>"Thank you."</em><br/><br/>She would simply say, then with her gun she close the door and the latch is heard being set in place.  As she just simply leaves Thomas standing there in the small hallway.