She falls silent as he does so, only venturing to move when the glass was poured. She reaches for it, then shifts herself in her seat. Letting her legs curl under her, so she could sit to face him more directly. Her bare feet tucked away under the wrap of her skirts.

"I am surprised, Admiral. I thought you would be celebrating with your own men."

She lifts her wine to her lips, sipping slowly. It wasn't like she hadn't already drunk her fair share this evening. ( Thank Goodness she had hidden the already empty bottle elsewhere. ) Though this tasted far, far better than whatever else she'd been able to get her hands on.