The patchwork man introduced himself as Johnathon, and seemed concerned about whether Bast had actually hurt herself during her fall or not. She touched her head where she'd hit it against the rails, and found that a bump was starting to swell up. "It will bruise," She said in response to Johnathon, "but it shouldn't be a problem, thanks." She'd taken worse knocks before. Aldric pointed out that everyone was leaving the ship, and followed that up with a question, but Bast didn't catch it. She was completely focused upon that fact that she could now get off the ship. With a quick exclamation, the Neko moved as quickly as she could manage while still retaining her balance, and scurried down the gangplank, and onto dry land, where, thankfully, the floor was not constantly moving underneath her. The sensation of having the ground under her feet caused her to sigh blissfully. It then occurred to her that she'd literally just run off from the people she was having a conversation with. Even for Neko's - who didn't have quite as high standards of manners as humans did - that was pretty rude. 

Bast spun around to the face the ship again, expecting to see Aldric and Johnathan again. She rubbed her head ruefully. "Sorry, I've just been dying to get off that thing."