This hesitation is different. It's not a pause as she contemplates logistics, but a pause as she weighs up pros and cons of offering anything deeply personal. It doesn't last long. This can't hurt.

"I think I understand that. Like if, um, my boat appeared. It'd be nice, yeah? Even if there's not enough water to sail her anywhere."

Then she smiles, quick and impish. It lights up her face.

"Not that my boat has any of my china. Bit fragile for sea-travel. So, so, so uh, yeah, you're right. There's gotta be somethin' around here to make stuff. You, I know you deal with the livestock, but you seen anything on your travels around here? Like, which floor maybe?"