She had decided she was not afraid of him.
She was embarrassed, but not to the point of prudishness.

Her gaze was direct, frankly grateful.

But there was something else in her eyes--a vague uneasiness, curiosity, repressed eagerness.

She glanced swiftly around the interior of the cabin, and into the other bunks.

And when she saw Lawler watching her keenly she blushed.