Niah lightly rolled her eyes at Brom and he was treated to a quick, rare smile - somewhat ironic, it was the smile of two people who have known each other for all their lives - and brushed past him and into the narrow hallway outside her cabin. The cabin which originally belonged to the captain she was about to go see, but when a lady was on board it was, naturally, handed over to her while he bunked with the rest of the crew. The captain in question was an old, loyal employee of the Holden family. She'd been on countless voyages with him and it was only right that she see him before disembarking.<br/><br/>"You may take it," she said casually and let its strap of her bag drop into one of his hands as she strode past him. Of course, she didn't pay any attention to the fact that he was pressed up against the wall like a flattened chameleon. That was just how it was supposed to be, it was right, and she'd long since stopped paying attention when Brom did his job. He did it well and she trusted him, that was all she needed to know.<br/><br/>However, in that moment she was even more distracted from his good behaviour by the emotions clamoring for attention inside her. The extra sense that she possessed - call it empathy, call it magic, call it cheating - was being nudged by a host of feelings ranging from anger, fear, excitement, triumph, desperation, all in varying degrees of urgency. Every moment that passed it got stronger and was truly starting to worry her.<br/><br/>"Brom, something's going on," she said when she paused at the bottom of the ladder which would take them up to the deck. "Do you ... feel anything? Hear anything?" It was a silly question, but she wanted to know if what she was experiencing was only in her mind. Sometimes it was difficult to tell if her perception of a situation was gained through her own eyes or that extra sense.