Katherine struts down the stairs with a swagger, feeling much better with her gear in tow.  It felt good to have her kit back, and she went to work on preparing her various concoctions for the next morning.  She kneels down in front of her footlocker and starts unloading alchemical tools and substances onto it.  She has two empty vials on a rack and an empty ampoule set in place.  She takes a deep breath, relaxing into the rocking motion of the ship, and goes to work.<br/><br/>She pours three substances, one viscous, clear and scentless, the second blue and watery with a distinct smell of spearmint, and the third red with a scent not unlike a mixture of strawberries and pie crust.  She pulls the vial from the rack, stoppers it, and swirls it around for a few seconds.  Then she shakes it vigorously, infusing it with some of her personal magic.  After a few seconds of power investure it settles into a purple concoction which she mentally labels "polypurpose panacea."  She slips that into a loop on her alchemist's belt, safe and secure.  Next, she gets to work on another.  This one uses saltwater as its' base,  with a pinch of sand and some alchemically treated powdered fish fins.  She swirls the mixture up, investing a touch of her power in this one as well.  She slips her "touch of the sea" extract in another belt loop.<br/><br/>After a short break she begins on the ampoule, filling it just shy of half-way with clear water.  She adds just a drop of the rum ration.  She then pulls out another filled ampoule labelled "coordination" and a syringe, draws out a couple mLs of a transparent blue fluid, and injects it into the first ampoule.  She then adds just the barest hint of mercury to the solution, stoppers the ampoule, and shakes vigorously for a few minutes.  Once it's  done, she gently places the finished mutagen into a padded belt pouch- ready to be drawn out and chugged at the first hint of a fight.<br/><br/>She makes one check of her bomber's bandolier, sees that all of the various chemicals and two-stage flasks are in order, and stows her kit in her footlocker- save for her axe and her bootknife.<br/><br/><Unless someone wants to interact><br/>Satisfied with her work, she falls fast asleep.  The dawn doesn't seem so bad now that she's ready.