[She didn't know what a violin was, but the thought of walking anywhere made her groan. Still, he'd probably complain, and she would like to take a look at his cabin...snooping on others was the highest form of entertainment on the Barge for Petronilla.

She frowned and lowered her embroidery, sniffing disdainfully.]

Yes, alright. We can travel to your cabin; I'll bring my embroidery with me.