"Chandra!" Urd called out in recognition to the woman, hurrying over to the dark haired dancer. The dwarf did a double take upon reaching her previous drinking companion, briefly wondering if this was in fact the same woman. "Did you stuff your coat full of jerky before coming up on deck?" she asked with a laugh which didn't match her uncharacteristically concerned face. She reached out to grasp the taller woman by the arm, intent on leading her to one of the improvised lifeboats. "Over here, okay? I know it's scary, but we've got to prepare to abandon the ship," she explained.<br/><br/>It was clear to her that Chandra was hardly aware of her surroundings. Perhaps the whiskey had taken its toll on her, though the dwarf wasn't so sure that it was alcohol fueling the woman's deeply flushing cheeks. Dragging the woman more so than guiding her, Urd made her way to the contraption she held the most faith in. Though it was little more than an upturned table with planks hammered across its legs, the dwarf had driven each nail in personally. Whether it would float or sink, she would at least know it did so from her own toiling and no one else's. She had enough faith in her hurried work to bet her life on it, and drag someone else along with her.<br/><br/>"It'll be a bit of a tight fit for the both of us," she mumbled by way of apology, nonetheless shoving Chandra in first.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>