"I think.. I might want a couple of things first." Lorraine watches the bird for a moment, then pads off. She's back in good time, prepared for ... well, immediate trouble. "Better to have and not need and so forth." She says, as her eyes return to the circling bird, and she moves to follow Amelia. Whatever is going on, this is nothing to be faced alone.<br/><br/>Her preparations seem to have consisted of retrieving her armor, sword and shield. Likely, this is the first time any of her shipmates have seen her in it, as the voyage has been quiet up until now. The breastplate and other pieces seem battered, and whatever decorations it might once have born have been blurred or otherwise marred by extensive repairs. Her shield is plain, bearing no crest or colours, and although well-made, her gear appears more or less to be that of a mercenary, rather more fortunate than some.