<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/CatMoore01.jpeg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Melody Fairchild-Harrow<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Sensible boots and warmly practical gear - albeit wholly in black<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> An abandoned freighter<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> Early morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Increasingly-perturbed curiosity<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaspian, Kaleigh, Michael<br/><hr/>Melody allowed herself a second or two of silence in which to hastily assess her options.  Staying where she was provided a degree of security to an escape route for her team-mates, allowed for a (small) degree of monitoring of movement on a key route in the ship, and permitted her to maintain visual contact with the helicopter and its crew.  But 'stand and wait' was not exactly the preferred option for most nephilim in the field, and providing direct support to colleagues lugging around a corpse (and potential other evidence) while aiding a search to proceed more rapidly: that did indeed seem to win out in terms of strategic advantages.<br/><br/>"If you see anything you don't like coming your way, take off.  We'd rather have you sixty feet off the deck then floating in the sea," she radioed to the chopper, hoping that she wasn't overstepping her bounds in doing so.  Still, she switched her attention to her investigatory colleagues as she moved to find the nearest map and confirm her best route to the crew quarters.<br/><br/>"Moving inside now."<br/><br/>She was most of the way to her destination when Michael radioed in his initial findings, prompting her to momentarily slow her gait.<br/><br/>"I can redirect if you need back-up," she offered lest he want to change his instructions, but duly carried on to her intended destination.  Hearing movement and voices ahead, she quickly radioed her arrival - not wanting to provide an undue shock to supernatural warriors in the field if she could help it - and had just stepped into the right corridor to bring the captain's body into view when Michael provided his much more <em>concerning</em> discovery.<br/><br/>"Shit.  Fighting withdrawal if you can manage it!" she urgently recommended to Michael, before switching to non-radio communication to address the others so that she would do less to distract the man about to engage an unknown demon, boots clomping as she hastened down the gangway to reach the poor mariner's corpse.<br/><br/>"Run down the stairs, or find open air and jump?", she asked by way of a (somewhat unconventional) greeting.<br/><br/></div>