"Real?" Her head tilts a bit at the question, but she reaches one hand out to lift the slight hem of her apron. "You mean my uniform? Yessir, it's the one that was made for me for my job." And absolutely not a sexual thing. Somehow he was the only one so far who, unbeknownst to her, has thought that either.

Apparently 'sexy maid' isn't something that crosses her mind even in a city dedicated to all sorts of debauchery.

"Are you a sailor then?"