Perrine 'mhmm'ed through her last sip of rum and squinted again at the man as she put the bottle down. Every moment he started to look more to her like Renaud, and although she knew it was impracticable, her heart betrayed her and gave a leap. Fool, she scolded herself weakly, it's not him. "And that 'more' seems impossible for you to gain, mm?" She leaned back in her seat and winked at him. "Do tell." Mayhaps I can help, she mused, letting her mind wander to memories she'd been avoiding.