Her heart was racing due to her slipping away at the opportune moment. While camouflaged within the group, she glanced over her shoulder, spotting the sailor she had just captured with her camera. The dismayed look on his face was the sign she was looking for. The coast was clear. She immediately disengaged the hatch that protected the battery and memory stick and pushed the white strip to pop the memory card out of its slot. She pulled the stick out and stuck it in her bra, replacing the empty slot with a fresh memory from her pocket.<br/><br/>The tour ended on the main deck with the group gathered before a stage where the captain of the ship would make his speech. The sun was high in the sky by now, making it about noontime, and she could tell some of the sailors made to stand in the unusually hot, Columbus Day sun, were feeling the heat. Her photojournalist instincts switched on and at once she was back with her eye behind the camera, snapping shots of the crowd, the sailors, the ship, and the captain, everything that she could capture. If that memory stick she lost to that prick sailor was indeed lost, probably locked away in a container in the bowels of the ship, then she would just replace them with new photos. Unfortunately, the failed photos of the Blue Angels she tried to capture this morning were gone for good, for there were no more air shows scheduled for today. One of the many fleeting moments encountered by a photographer.<br/><br/>Once the speech was done and the captain bid farewell to the group of visitors, Danielle turned on her heels and followed the now scattered group toward the gangway to the dock. As a photographer, snapping photos of the city skyline from the main deck, she walked slowly as to not run into people. Though in this position, with her eye occupied by the scenery, she distracted for the moment.