Reading wasn't exactly something Greer had the patience for, but she supposed a little needlepoint would do the trick as well. She needed to keep her hands busy, so it would be a good way to pass the time. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you." Maybe some summertime when she was unlikely to turn into a an icicle and freeze her fingers off just for being outside.

"At least the water looks calmer than where I'm from. I'm used to the ocean's waves." It would be a nice, easy sort of ride, not the tumultuous rock of being on the ocean itself.