Agatha returns with her ship to find everyone had crowded into Sean's cabin. It seemed there was some sort of accident, and her brass-trimmed heart leaped within her chest. Taking a few swift jumps from the helm of her vessel, she manages to peek into a porthole on the<span style="font-style: italic">Mjolnir</span>, and finds a young man lying on a table surrounded by some of her acquaintances from earlier. However, someone new was among them, a young girl draped in black, a most curious sight. However, there were more pressing matters at the moment.<br/><br/>"Heavens, Miss Aslinn, what happened? Is he alright? Oh, bollocks, figures this sort of thing happens as soon as I step out! I'm sorry I wasn't here..." She manages to catch herself, taking a few calming breaths, a bit of steam wisps from between her lips with each exhalation. "My apologies, I tend to get wrapped up in these endeavors. Is there anything I can do to help, Miss Aslinn? The Lady Victoria is docked on the strip now, I can provide any further assistance as needed."