It's just another trip across the skies for Amelia, taking her from one city to the next to deliver one set of appropriated goods before picking up the next. This ship is certainly nicer than some of the others she's been on as of late, but it's still just a means to an end.

She's done her time on the lower decks, woven her way among the various peoples of varying levels of wealth. She's heard their secrets, perhaps taken trinkets they don't need, and still finds herself on edge at the end of the night. Not because she's worried of being robbed or found out, but because she never truly sleeps well surrounded by so many people she doesn't know. It doesn't help that her quarters aren't private this trip and that her roommate has a tendency to paw about with her hands rather than using a light when needing to move about in the dark. People really need to keep their hands to themselves if they want to keep them.

Her head and shoulders rise from where she's leaned over the rail when the sound of footsteps reach her ears. She turns to him, following his approach with hazel eyes. Her head tilts slightly to one side when he speaks, her hairpin tinkling lightly from high in her braided and pinned up hair. Tonight she's dressed simply, dark green linens with a complementary brown leather underbust corset and matching boots over them, all of her covered from neck to toes.

"Maybe they're reaching for the beauty of the stars with what they create," she returns curiously. Her body settles against the rail again, still turned slightly in his direction. "Or perhaps some of us simply prefer the sky to the gaudy on the decks below. Electric lights can't capture anything as magnificent as this." She lifts a hand and gestures out to the sky above them.

"Unless there's some other reason for your asking, stranger." A prompt for more information without being too obvious. She wonders how he'll take it.