Very good friends if Elizabeth's look means anything to Ivan. She subtly glances between the two of them and can't help but wonder if her son feels the same way. Hopefully so because if he's stringing this young woman along...

Outwardly she's still smiling though she is contemplating how easy it would be to send her son out of the room to fetch them tea or something to drink. How long of a walk was it to the mess hall or that dreadful, makeshift cafe? It's a thought in case she needs to speak with Elizabeth alone.

"I'm glad my son welcomed you." Even if she's entirely certain it was to make a move on Elizabeth. Well he's at the age he should be courting so long as he's doing it properly. "How long have you two known each other now? Ivan's mentioned being on the ship for months."