From his window he can see Kira walking tentatively across to the ship, a couple of inches above the surface.  Each foot is supported by a quick upwards current of air and she places her steps deliberately, pausing between each one.  With more practice it was possible to walk normally but Kira wasn't overly skilled at it yet and it lent her gait a distinctive halting movement.  As she got to the side of the ship, the curve of the bow now hiding her from the window, she strengthened the currents and swayed alarmingly as they raised her to a level where she could step onto the ship.<br/><br/>She grabbed a rope to steady herself as she climbed down from the railing and mentally congratulated herself on not falling.  This time.  The bazaar had been disappointing.  No charts that she (or the ship, technically, though she often forgot it) didn't already own and none of the roasted birds she so enjoyed.  Trent was walking to oversee some routine repairs and she shot him an eyebrow flash.  He'd been in a foul mood since the captain had brought his new fancy woman on board and while Captain Steeltooth could afford to ignore it Trent was technically her superior and she had to be a lot more sensitive to his moods.<br/><br/>With a not-strictly-necessary wave of her hand she blew a wrench over to one of the workers and returned his nod of thanks.  Trent nodded behind him where the new girl was just heading into the captain's quarters and Kira gave him a sympathetic smile.