Thea eyed the mixed match lot of people with a disdainful frown. Hopefully a few of them had a few skills to help get that bucket of gears of the ground. Her eyes wandered to the 'ship' and she tried very hard not to groan. She had literally traveled through dimensions to get here in search of an adventure, this had  not been what she was expecting. A certain god had a peculiar sense of humor. Finally her eyes landed on the supposed captain of the wreck before her. Throwing her one leather satchel of scavenged belongings over her shoulder she trudged onto the deck, eyeing the warped floor and rusting metal speculatively.<br/><br/>Once on board she tossed her bag on the floor of the sleeping quarters as near the door as she could get. Wandering back to the deck she watched the rest of the assembled crew board the ship, leaning on a rail to the left of the boardwalk. Her expression was one of vague disinterest. Eventually she started using magic to make little dancing figures on the rail that she spun idly with her finger. "When are we getting out of here?" She called to the captain.