In sharp contrast to Nuria, Icarus in the meantime had gotten up bright and early having already finished the interview the day prior and was on his way to the ship full of vigor in a full run. A smirk ran along his face as deep green eyes kept on where he was going. A fairly youthful and roguish look was about him. His clothes were a mismatched tan with gold and black trim. At his waist holstered in his belt was what looked to be a multi chamber revolver inset with a moonstone into the grip which probably meant he was a skilled shot with that pistol. Already kissed with a slight sun tan, slightly unkempt black hair crowns his head. His belt was a wide leather with a small tarnished piece of metal for the buckle. Fine looking boots adorn his feet and those had to be the most luxurious thing he had on him besides perhaps the gun he wielded.<br/><br/>As he closed the distance and having a running start, he decided to he pull himself up and over onto the deck of the ship with the grace of a seasoned sailor. However the way he does it is a touch showing off as he runs up towards the dock grabbing a long sky hook and pole vaulting the gap onto the ships deck. Landing up one knee he smiled and then threw the pole back onto the dock and climbs up to the helm to have a feel for it and look it over. Since he was the one who would be oft flying this girl he was eager to see how she handed and how good the grip was. He expected to break her in quick and hard as he caressed the wheel with a coy smile.<strong>"A belle as any other to be found."</strong>He said to himself before he had a look at what his antics had done in perhaps starling the Captain and Nuria.<strong>"Ah right, Captain. Forgot my head there for a minute but can you blame me for wanting to have a better look at the lovely vixen and admire her for what she is?"</strong>He said sliding down the rails of the steps towards them and then says<strong>"Icarus 'Steel' here and accounted for sir. I'll not disappoint and treat her well as if she's my own."</strong>