Rawlin watched in satisfaction as the captain stared up at her from the crumbling dock, shock and fury lighting up his features. His mouth was moving, the veins in his neck popping out as red flooded his features. He was cursing at her but the groaning of the ship drowned out anything that was lucky enough to travel the growing distance between the docks and the airship.<br/><br/>Turning on her heel as a familiar voice rang out behind her, Rawlin turned just in time to see the guy from the hotel launch himself at her, arms outstretched. Ducking to the floor, the man sailed over where she was standing hardly a second before. Bolting up onto her feet, she rammed her shoulder into his belly before grabbing his shirt and slamming him down onto his back on the metal loading bay door. Lifting her foot to his neck, the clicking of metal could be heard as she suddenly had her gun pointing to his head, the hammer cocked back. Her hold on the gun wavered, her eyes showing she really didn't want to do this. Lowering the gun, she slowly put the hammer back and holstered her gun. "What are you doing here?" she asked with a confused frown.<br/><br/>Suddenly the airship jolted hard, sending Rawlin stumbling towards the edge of the ramp. A gasp left her as her foot slipped on the edge and she started falling, at the last second she reached out and grabbed a hold of the edge of the ramp. It jerked her shoulder hard and she gritted her teeth, trying to pull herself up. As her muscles began to strain themselves, Rawlin swung her foot up onto the ramp and almost had the rest of her body pulled up when another shudder went through the ship. Slipping off the ramp again, she dangled on the edge of the ramp, her grip slowly slipping.