Keira looked up, glancing down at the offered hand before extending her own hand back and shaking his firmly. Oh, good hands. Damn, why did guys always have to have good hands.

"It's the much part that I worry about, I mean I could have a shameful tattoo that I never wanted anyone to see. And if you did see it, you might have to sleep with the fishes." She replied, doing her best mafia impression. It was probably more Sullivan than anything and the Sullivan's had a lot of fingers in a lot of shady pies. "Come on, let's go find a crew person. See if they can figure this out. What made you come on a cruise anyway?"