Judas looked out the side of the tower, concerned. "We should move. I mean, run." He made to the lift, sprinting before hitting the button. A glance upward through the mesh flooring of the platform told him the lift was empty and descending towards them. The doors rattled open as he pulled it open and got in, "To the top. Double time it once the lady is in." He hated this.<br/><br/>A fresh gust of wind brought the faint smell of the factory. The oil, iron, fire and most importantly, the raw crystals.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"Are you now?" She arched an eyebrow. Olivia had clasped her hands behind her back and was striding across the deck self-importantly when she encountered this strange fellow. "You can speak to me instead. I'm his assistant." She peered out towards the tower impatiently as the ship signaled its eminent departure. "Yes, you can speak to me." She reassured him.