Once the threat of the carnivorous birds had been vanquished, the ship's crew stood down, and began a more orderly and procedural unloading process. Much like the docks at Steelshire had been, men now quickly hustled off of the gigantic airship, heaving supplies and other paraphernalia out of the holds and into the camp. Other hands were busily working at the vessels many rigs and machines, making her ready to be airborne again for when she needed to be. There was relatively little to do; the airship had sustained almost no damage from their encounter with Redloch thanks to the artillery fire, and the fleshpeckers never tasted a single snip of flesh before they were driven away.<br/><br/>So, Mary was relieved of duty early from the Captain, so that she could sooner take up her assignment as scout. She took up her things and disembarked, yet another average face in a river of average men. She pulled away from the line, however, to approach Mildred. As much as the woman loathed for wild creatures to come to harm unnecessarily, she had a practical sense about their corpses that the Wing Sergeant could appreciate. Being a scout meant that survival in the wild was one of the key skills she'd learned, and that meant using every part of these dead avians that they could. No doubt Miss Greon could use a hand taking care of these things, so she flashed the woman a polite smile before helping to pick up the aftermath of the brief battle.<br/><br/>Unlike some of the others, she felt that their voyage had been all too short. She was used to longer voyages -- typically patrolling missions to defend Steelshire's holdings from the other rival factions. Being on the ground left a whole hemisphere of space unrevealed -- sometimes less, when the foliage became thick. Stalwart very much preferred to be able to see as much as possible. At least, if an airship fell into the magma core, she'd be able to see her death coming. She had to admit, though, that this place had some incredible views. This campsite wasn't one of them, but that was deliberate; geographical cover was a strategic must for a place like this. The more difficult it was to spot from the air or from high ground, the better.