Cordelia is shaken from her daydreaming by a familiar voice. Well, slightly familiar at any rate. Turning to face someone who, by appearance, was completely new, but in voice and words chosen, was one of her only contacts within the mansion. Laughing a little, partially at his comment and partially at the absurdity of the whole situation, she offered a half-wave from where she sat.

"So I guess asking you the very same isn't gonna get me an answer, huh? Honestly, got no clue where we are beyond the fact that it's really pretty and if I can't get home at least getting a lovely tropic vacation will do. Not too happy about the smelly pirate part but they seem to be nice enough anyways."

It could have been the fact that she'd not yet been ordered to clean anything, or the fact that most of the crew was happy to stare at her when they thought she wasn't looking, but so far Cordelia had not been hassled. Turning some, to face John rather than the open waters, she eyed the man. He looked a little less deranged than how he'd sounded on the journal, but only a little.

"What's your name anyways? Unless you'd rather go by 'Crazy Journal Guy' for whatever reason?"