"A mapmaker?" That's a good answer, indeed. Lartia can already start imagining where he fits into the picture with either Stratos or his little brother. Felix has never been a seafarer that she knows of, but he wouldn't be averse to sleeping with one if they crossed paths. Jim's dress is about right for it, too. Still, there's something about him- perhaps his unweathered skin and the way he holds himself. She's only glimpsed his hands in the low light but they don't look callused or ink-stained.

He seems like he needs a minute, anyway (and Lartia's secretly not sorry to pace the drinks a little) so she doesn't pour again. Figures he won't object to her pressing the question.

"What, for the Legion?" Stratos has the aura of an officer slumming it; Jim only has the look. "Whereabouts do you sail?"