Rawlin was drenched to the bone from the pelting rain that fell from the dark, night sky above. Shivering as she slipped inside of the Clockwork Hotel, the cold air inside bit at her wet skin harshly. Keeping her head down and eyes glued to the bronze-colored tile floor while she slipped through the dense crowds of tourists, she brushed closely past many of them, whispering soft apologies. Instead of taking the glass elevator, Rawlin took a sharp turn to the left, heading to the stairs, wanting instead to be seen as little as possible. That way it would be harder for people to identify or give the authorities a good sketch of her. Opening the door as little as she could, she slipped through the small crack into the stairwell. Jogging up the stairs, she landed a bit heavily on the third floor platform, miscalculating the number of steps by one. Giving a huff of frustration at her mistake, she threw her red hair over her shoulder and brushed her bangs back away from her eyes so she could actually see.<br/><br/>Pushing open the third floor door, Rawlin quickly made her way down the long stretch of red-carpeted hallway. With her head pointed towards the floor, she didn't see the man heading her way and crashed straight into him. It was enough force to send them both sprawling on the floor with Rawlin on top of him. A small cry of surprise escaped her as they went tumbling, making her scramble up as quickly as possible when she felt a body move beneath her. Muttering a quick apology, she took off down the hall at full speed, her lightweight, steel boots making soft thudding noises as she turned the corner. Leaving the man wet from where she had touched him, the rainwater soaking into his dry clothes eagerly. Disappearing into the first room to her left, she left the door wide open as she came to a stop next to the bed. Lifting up the fancy, silver pocket watch she had stolen off the guy she ran into, there were some engraving on the inside of the lid that caught her attention for a moment, but with a shrug, she shoved it into the rucksack on the bed. It would bring a pretty penny at the pawn shop, so whether or not it had sentimental value to him was none of her concern.<br/><br/>Emptying her pockets off all the stolen goods she had taken from the tourists, Rawlin cinched up the top of the rucksack tightly before tying it off to make sure it stayed closed. Walking back out of the bedroom, she made sure to check around just in case there was someone onto her before making her way to the emergency exit. The ship would be leaving soon and she had to make sure that she was there to high-jack it.