Beatrice quirked a brow at him when he used miss, but didn't comment on it. Surely he recalled she was a Lady? If not, she'd correct that slip of tongue again, but with a simple nod, she lead the way and opened the doors and moved past a series of silky, near sparkling mosquito nests to a small, brightly lit common room that- if anything, looked like a miniature study for the wealthy.
In fact, that's more or less what it was. For a marble and gemstone landened globe stood out against a deep recess of candles that were unlit (due to it being day) and framed an area of books along a long, squat shelf. Nearby was a library table, kept tidy with an ink well and supplies nearby.
There were also many other things, like plush chairs, settees, chaise lounges and gilded tea carts. And as they entered into the room, a local man- recently hired as a servant, greeted them both.
"Tea?" he asked. And Lady Warner simply nodded.
"Why yes, please do put some tea water on. But be sure to use the Grey Tea. Oh, and Temmick- would you mind fetching the champagne? No need to get the goblets. I can fetch them myself."
And as the servant bowed and took his leave, Beatrice turned to Red and gestured around her.
"Please, do, have a seat. I'm sure you haven't sat in such nice, foreign chairs in ages." And she paused after a moment, setting two glass goblets on the table before studying his neck.
"Would you like some herbs for your neck? I have an aloe plant on board for such occasions. It works wonders on burns."