Perrine waved off the polite address. "I'm no 'miss'," she said wryly, "just a lost scamp wondering if the world is always like this." Raising her bottle in another toast to her own words, mostly as an excuse to drink her rum faster, Perrine added, "Perri's what they called me, back when anyone called me anything." She waved over the serving girl again even though she wasn't done with the bottle in her hand, and was disappointed when the girl said they were out of rum. Perrine grumbled. "Why is the rum always gone?" She felt a strange sense of deja vu but brushed it off as she leaned a little across the table, tilting the brim of her hat back from where it had fallen over her eyes, "Come on, now. I've got nobody to tell. Who's the girl troubling your heart? Or the lad? Maybe someone died?" Perrine frowned. "I do hope no one's died."