"Over six months here, so I guess I'm about as familiar as any of the passengers." Passengers, a polite euphemism for captives. She's trying to be polite with him, because she can already tell he's dangerous. Not that she's scared; she's oddly even-keeled, speaking to him as though she is his equal. But she isn't certain of how he's going to react to anything.

As he slips away from the crowd, Undine follows.