To be completely honest, he had been hoping that when she had offered to clean up the sink that that would be the end of their conversation. Heine wasn't good at small talk. He forced it with Nill when he felt like he had been neglecting her or if he needed to convey something that silence and actions alone wouldn't do and then she was the only one on this ship that he didn't mind doing it for. Everyone else received short responses that they hopefully understood was all they were getting from him.

He had assumed that at least this girl would kind of be like that too. The not one for small talk that is. But alcohol was clearly playing a part tonight. Heine was already unsettled with her gender and the fact that she had clearly been paying enough attention to the fucking broadcasts to recognize him. Opening the fridge, he took a moment, ruffling around before grabbing some fruit.

"She hates being dressed up like that," he replied bluntly knowing that this couldn't be a jab to make him react. His nerves were still on edge but he was doing his best and at least he could give himself a pat on the back for not flipping out. But the part about him fucking Nill...even if she hadn't said he was, the idea made his stomach churn. He kicked the fridge door closed with a snort. "That why you're drinking?"