Lara Lady Croft, of the Croft Family that went back quite a few generations, heard the message and immediately grabbed her pack before heading out the well appointed guest room.  She wasn't about to go into that blasted weather without being prepared, unaware what was ahead for her.  Wearing her usual explorer's outfit which consisted of a black skin tight shirt and matching pants which had served her well in the past, allowing her the freedom of movement she needed to get about ancient ruins as she did.  On top of what she kept in her pack, she also had twin revolvers on her slender hips.  All that aside, she had put her hair back into its traditional ponytail that ran down most of her back just before the announcement had come over the speakers, having expected trouble but being called to the control room was definitely something to be worried about.  Even so, she kept her cool and hurried as fast as she could run, narrowly avoiding slamming into a wall as the ship rocked and listed about like a bottle.  The image didn't do much for her own churning stomach, but she was too focused to pay it much heed.  She had paid for this ship out of her own funds, she had better survive a little storm or she'd be very cross if she survived the trip.  Smiling to herself despite the trouble they were all in, Lara pushed her way through to the control room and shortly stood by the captain's side.  "You wanted to see me?  Please tell me this is just a social call and we're not about to sink in the middle of the Triangle."  She made it sound like a teasing comment but even she wasn't foolish and stupid enough to believe her own words.  The fact she had been called here was truth of that in and of itself.