Well aware her body is too cumbersome to go wandering around a ship without purpose, especially in her laden state, Lang keeps to the deck. That indulgence from after this chain of calamities began is managing to haunt the tauric woman in a way she didn't anticipate at the time. She settles herself in as well as she can manage for the moment in a place as out of the path of traffic as she can manage while still watching the sailor's comings and goings. Might as well start getting some feel for the crew she's about to be sailing among.