( the herbal scents are a blessing considering how rank-smelling most parts of the ship are, so it's no surprise that damon finds himself sort of lured to the spot where emilia's hunkered down at. )

You are doing a great service to the people onboard. ( he hadn't wanted to even approach the gal, considering she looks kind of witchy-like and he's not a big fan of those, but what can he say? he's a sucker for a brunette. )

It's been smelling a little icky. ( he twirls a finger around, indicating the general area. ) I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm Damon. New to.... ( well, obviously this isn't a town. ) I guess you could say, these parts. ( he simply gives her a polite nod from where he's standing a good few feet away, not wanting to assume that it'd be right to even offer her a handshake. he'd gotten the memo about people not being from the same world, universe, time. )