Aza noticed about halfway into the trip to the boat that Dean wasn't following and Donovan didn't seem to care. Hadn't Dean suggested that the two men were more than just associates? That they were somehow linked? She tried to recall his exact words when in the bathtub, but everything inside her skull felt as fuzzy as the outside of it. Still, the two thieves must be somehow communicating their status and whereabouts to the other.<br/><br/>But, she realized as Donovan set her on the cabin's floorboards and turned away to secure the other woman, Dean apparently hadn't mentioned Aza during whatever sort of magical conversation they'd shared. If Dean had, Donovan probably wouldn't be acting like he didn't expect Aza to be able to open a door. Or smash him on the back of the head with an empty barrel,<em> then</em>open a door. And then run.<br/><br/>Except her original problem of being lost and alone still remained. Even if her ears weren't ringing and she could think straight, she didn't like her chances of surviving a wandering trip through the city. Methuseld was still alive -- and now awake and smarmy -- and if she was half the general she was supposed to be, there was still the possibility of rescue. And a small, quiet fox would be much more likely to come out of that rescue intact.<br/><br/>So she sat down in the corner where Donovan had left her, and attempted to act foxlike. They had better not be on this stupid fucking ship for very long. She needed another bath.