She watches her for a minute, curiosity mirrored in her own eyes, and then decides to try a different method with this one. Humour softening, she gets up and moves a little closer with more sympathy on her face.

"Uh, yeah, you're on a spaceship," she says, hurrying to add: "but don't worry, everyone's actually pretty friendly. Even the mad ones."

She shakes her head, glancing about the room as if the answer to her question should be obvious.

"It's a fully-functional pub, Miss," she says, nodding over her shoulder. "C'mon, I'll show you. My name's Amy."