[ She can say this twice at least (and many more times to anyone): ]

You're welcome, Mister Captain!

[ Success? Fio draws her hand back, clutching for the comfort of her tote bag. Though she can't shake off her nervousness, she seems to smile a little wider.

...Awkward pause as she stands there for a moment, before she remembers that she has more to say. No, she's not going away yet. ]

So do you like it? It's a hat pin. I made one for... for Daddy too. I thought maybe you'd like to match with him.