Max followed Cross through the heavy door, idly scanning his surroundings as she indicated an empty space between two beams to the rear of the room.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Pick up a hammock and set up over there. Once you're done, put on your armor and get back to the top deck."</span><br/><br/>He set up the hammock in the spot she'd pointed out to him and removed his pack, unloading it quickly, feeling the woman's eyes on his back. He donned his armor, fumbling slightly with it towards the end, unaccustomed to putting on the full set. He placed the pistol back at his side where it had been before, and strapped his longsword (arguably the most familiar item in his arsenal) onto the hip opposite it before slipping his casting glove, the last remaining piece of apparel, onto his left hand.<br/><br/>Once he was finished he turned around and saw Cross sitting in her own hammock, waiting for him.<br/><br/>The floor shook as if they were flying through turbulent air; Max steadied himself with an effort as a signal rang though the ship. Above them and to either side he suddenly heard a general commotion as the ship around them bursted into motion.<br/><br/>"What's happening?" he asked Cross as he reached her.