Icarus waited beneath the bed, trying to control his breathing as he heard the water shut off just seconds after he'd situated himself. He watched raptly as he saw a pair of small metal clad boots emerging from the washroom. He felt relieved at least, if it came down to blows with this person he might have a fighting chance, seeing as the culprit couldn't have been any bigger, if not smaller framed, than himself. He held his breath as the boots came closer, then he closed his eyes as they came thudding down softly, all too close to his hiding spot. He saw the person's ankles and their small feet and thought for a moment that they looked much to slender to be masculine. Still, he didn't want to assume, and whoever this person was, they had managed to hijack such a large ship completely alone; or at least they appeared to be alone. He heard the shower running after another tense thirty seconds or so and exhaled as loud as he dared. He scrambled out from beneath the bed backwards, then crouched lowly, peeking over the side of the large bed as he began to see steam wafting out of the slightly ajar door. He gulped, thinking briefly about attacking his opponent, then quickly dismissing the idea. He wasn't sure he would be able to seriously fight someone naked, male or female, and even if he had, what would he have to gain? He blinked as his eyes focused on the bed then; he hadn't even noticed the random articles strewn about it since they were so near his immediate line of vision. It was mostly jewelry and trinkets, nothing too expensive looking, but there was the odd gold plated snifter and what appeared to be... "No..." he whispered softly as he shook his head, "It can't be..." he reached out to the item he'd seen and picked it gently. He examined it in awe and even turned it around to see if it had the initials etched onto its surface: there could be no doubt, it was his father's pocket watch. He had assumed that he would never see it again, but holding it now and seeing it after it had been stolen from him only two hours or so before sent a chill down his spine. His head snapped back up to the slightly open door and he gulped, feeling a strange mixture of anger, respect and embarrassment. The girl with the red hair... the one who had stolen the watch and left him soaked... "How?" he asked himself lowly as he shook his head once more. How could a single girl hijack an airship of this size? How could she manage it alone? "And why?" he murmured to himself. Sighing, he almost stood as he gripped the hammer, then stopped. His face flushed as he knitted his brow, "You going to bust in on a naked girl in the shower and do what to her, Icarus?" he asked himself, staring at the hammer in his hand morosely. She had stolen from him, certainly, but no matter how much the watch meant to him, it wasn't a crime punishable by death. And then what? He would be alone on a large, well known airship and his situation would hardly change. He shook his head, placing the watch back into his pocket. She probably wouldn't even notice that it was gone from her stash, but if she did, she might realize someone else was with her on the ship. Slowly, he crouched down and hid under the bed once more, hoping she would either go to sleep or leave so he could follow her.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, he saw her emerge once more and he felt himself blush despite the situation. He shook off the feeling that came over him and held his breath nervously once more as he saw her sweep up her boots and stomp into them. He waited awhile longer until he heard the door  open then bit his lip almost impatiently as his elbows were beginning to hurt. After hearing the door close, he crawled out from beneath the bed quickly and waited a moment, then opened the door slowly and glanced around, seeing if he could find any trace of her. He caught site of her backside some ways down the hall and moved out of the room quietly, "She's going to the control room, I'll bet." he muttered to himself as he began following her. He hoped he could talk to her and let her know that he had no intention of turning her in, since he was only interested in the ship itself.