Matheria sagged a bit in momentary relief that something was being done to alert the captain to the circumstances. Watching Kiera bolt up the stairs was a start and the hunter killer bellowing to get the civilian out of the brig drew her attention to the other visitor that had joined then. The Aasimar cocked her head to the side, not sure what to make of the young Formicite. Matty was a go four or five inches taller but something in the little ant-girl's bearing made her seem taller. It was certainly curious to see her on the ship as to her knowledge they tended to be a very insular species. The pirate captain gave a pleasant grin when Sszz'zzsi introduced herself. "It is a pleasure to meet you... Suzi." She said with a respectful bow and cringing when she tripped over the other woman's name. "I am Captain Matheria Feist. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I do think the rather rude woman that just left may have a point though... It is not safe to be down here."<br/><br/>As if the guard had FINALLY heard what she had been saying for several long minutes now, panic slammed into him and he cursed. Luckily he was not a heartless bastard and unlocked both cells before he ran off to warn the captain. "Charity, my dear," Matty said with surprising calm (much of it simply for show) ",would you be a doll and put your tits away -just for now, I promise- and help our new friend above deck. I need to make for the armory for just a tick and get our weapons back. Whatever is coming is upon us and Gods only know if our weapons will be any good at all, but I'd rather go down fighting." For a moment she paused before she stepped into Charity's cell and took a light grip of the back of her neck. For a few precious seconds, those amethyst eyes simply stared into Charity's black orbs. The kiss was sudden and hard and spoke volumes of the torment it had been to be locked only feet apart and just as quickly it was over. With a sigh and a weak smile Matty reminded her first mate (very unnecessarily) what to do. "Take Suzi, get above deck, find other people it does not matter who, stay in a group and put your back up against something sturdy, I will be along in a moment. No heroics, understand?" She said with a  wink, knowing that the Tiefling had little concern for such things, especially on a ship with no one she cared for, other than Matty herself. "Now go." She said, swatting Charity sharply on the backside.<br/><br/>Without pausing to make sure that Charity was hurrying, trusting her to do what was asked of her as always, Matty hurried to Suzi. "Milady, things have become rather urgent, I am afraid to say. I must attend to a matter of importance and I will leave to in my first mate's so -very- capable hands. I will rejoin you above deck shortly." She took the Formicite's hand gently and bowed again, stooping to kiss the back of it. She always did try to make an impression after all. "Good bye momentarily." With that she raced up the steps and down the hall. "Armory, armory. Where the blast is the armory?" She muttered to herself. At last she found it and with a thankful sigh, she saw that her and Charity's weapons had been secured and were easily accessible. her sword belt went around her waist with practiced ease and cinched tight. Her boot knife slipped into its sheathe as well and once she had Charity's weapons in hand, shaking her head with a soft smile at the coiled whip, she raced back to the stairs to get above deck. She did not like leaving her first mate unarmed amid potential enemies, both known and unknown.<br/><br/>The very air seemed to throb in time to the beating of her heart. Had the mysterious presence matching itself to her or was she being twisted to match it. It was impossible to tell but it mattered little. Matty was focused on getting out of the ship's hold before the water came rushing in and finding Charity. From there they would devise a plan.  Bursting through the door onto the deck, Matheria stumbled, having to catch herself as the fog enveloped her. There was something so ...wrong about it. It made the Aasimar's skin crawl and she wiped the clammy moisture from her brow with her sleeve. She tried to call out but it feel like someone had stuffed her mouth with cotton as soon as she opened it. Taking a moment to calm herself, matty summoned up the blessing of the meager divinity that resided in her blood to conjure a ball of light to dispel the oppressive fog. Shoulders slumped and the pirate shook her head when the light barely pushed back the fog.<i>Wonderful</i>, she thought grimly,<i>the fog is definitely supernatural and is there is an evil behind it, it definitely knows that I'm here now. <br/>
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