Fitch, surprisingly, had remained silent through the frantic search for coin, primarily because he was flat broke. Thankfully, the woman that Louis had noticed before saved them from having to barter with the waitress. Fitch caught himself staring at the woman as she introduced herself, noticing the wings. Being a dirt poor fisherman hadn't led him to meet many people from outside Dorthan, and this fact was apparent on his face. Louis thanked the woman after eventually returning the money. Fitch, always one to appreciate a favor, decided to thank the woman. With a lack of grace that would impress a bull in a glass house, he blurted out. "Aye, thank you Miss Arisu. Reginald Fitch The Second. Fitch for short. I like your hair." He grinned widely, tousling his own crimson mop, and managing to interject his opinion both without being spoken to, and in a manner that interrupted his captain.