Arres helped secure the last barrel as she then rushed to the Dock Box and unlatching the hinge so quickly, her movements were from that of repetitive memory. Her fingers nimbly flinging the tarp free of the top and pulling the silver lever as she heard the steam gears below begining to grind back to ife, fighting the bitter cold of Braska. Looking up she searched the street for her other two crew members and soon found them running. The drums from the look out dock thrummed true with every step they took toward the Lady. Lips curling in relief she watched as the balloon sail began to rise as it filled with heat and steam; Hazel eyes then turned towards the skies, searching...It wasn't long before she saw the glint of metal in the distance. Another wave of relief washed over her as she had plenty of time to get the sail up. She ran to the rail and hollered to Richmond and Oliver.<br/><br/>"Hi ho crew! Pick up those boots! I Shant leave you here!" Then she was back to the sails applying more steam as the ramp shifted at the lighter weight of the Lady Adamo Skies.