[Pearle shrugs. The ship isn't all that bad, despite incidents like this. In some ways, it's preferable to life in Victory.]

D-dunno. You could drink some more? Maybe, um, s-see if that works. Or wait to... pass it. [She tries to bring her knees up to her chest, then winces when it seems she's not so flexible as she used to be.]

'm, um, Pearle. [With a check to make sure her mittens still fit, she offers her hand for a shake.] P-probably have to introduce ourselves again later, but...