Halyna nodded a bit, although she didn't really care either way. She could tell he was looking for some ego stroking though, which she was the wrong person to pry from for. She shrugged and grabbed a kettle out of a cupboard, putting on some water for tea. "There's a room by Jonathan's if you'd like to stay the night."

Watson smirked. "Hmm. I'd much more enjoy a warm bed." He said simply.

Halyna glanced at him. "Well, there's that one or the one at your house," she said calmly. She got out a cup and some tea leafs, crushing them into a holder.

"But not your own, milady?" Watson smirked a little, trying to put on the charms. He leaned back and puffed his pipe.

Halyna smirked to herself before glancing him. "Sorry," she said calmly. "I don't kiss men who smoke."

Watson blew out his smoke and put out his pipe. "A bite of toothpaste and you won't be able to tell." He said simply, quickly.

Halyna snorted. "That's what they all say," she said. "You know, that's not true. It leaves a very powerful after taste. That's very gross too. And it makes you smell. So maybe if you quit and come back in a year or two..." She pulled the whistling kettle off the burner and poured some water into her glass.

Watson huffed and stammered. "I---beg your pardon!" He quickly erupted. "Most women find me absolutely alluring! Charming! Becoming despire my pipe. In fact many women adore the habit. Proposing I wait a year for someone like you? Preposterous."

Halyna slowly turned around, glaring at him. "Someone like me?" she asked, her tone cold. "I suggest you shut your mouth, doctor, and get to your room, or off my ship, before I shoot you. Because, yes, that is the kind of woman you're dealing with."

Watson huffed and shook his head. "How appalling." He snorted, turning on his heal and walking to the room she had directed. He wasn't about to leave his friend after all, but he always got a bit upset if a woman didn't fall for him.

Halyna cleared her throat a bit, shaking her head. "Men," she muttered. She sat down at the counter, slowly sipping her tea. She went to bed quickly after that though, locking her door and keeping a gun near by just in case all the same.

The next morning, Watson was up making coffee. He had checked on Jonathan throughout the night, and he seemed mildly responsive, but, not much.

Halyna was awake, and she frowned hearing the man in her kitchen. She really didn't like this, having not one ass on her ship, but two. She shook her head and slipped into the bathroom, locking the door again. She got in the shower in silence, trying to think on how to deal with this.

Watson was mildly going about making some breakfast. He had to admit he was embarressed and ashamed of how he had acted earlier.
He was just glad that Jonathan hadn't see any of that. That man didn't know what a womanizer Watson tended to be.

Halyna quickly slipped back to her room once she was finished in the shower. She got dressed in something similar to yesterday, minus the corset this time. She pointedly stuck a revolver in the back of her pants, letting the handle show just in case anyone got any stupid ideas.
Then she walked out to the kitchen, rinsing out her tea cup and then setting the kettle on as if nothing had happened. "Morning," she murmured to Watson.