Suit yourself. [Ulrich shrugs, and continues to keep tabs on the tea... while briefly shooting a sharp look at the kitchen herself. There better not be any dumb crap going on in there, Eugen...]

Figured you'd be more in tune with what's going on, though. The grapevine has all sorts of nonsense about you. Supposedly there's enough rings in your pocket for more than just your favorite lucky ship.

[She only took brief, curious looks. And only because of whatever the hell that recent Juustagram post was.]