"Cabin key?" Lucius repeats as he merrily takes the refill of water from her. This time, he holds it with both hands and takes very small drinks.

He ponders a bit and then seems to remember something. When he fishes into his pocket he pulls out both the smart phone they've been given and a key on a numbered keychain. Apparently he lives at 117, wherever that is. He promptly drops both on the counter in front of her, heedless of the fact that one is a delicate piece of technology.

"Got these?"