[b]MAP ROOM[/b]

Moss awoke with a start, as was usual. Even being nudge awake wasn't unheard of for her, though it usually meant something bad was about to happen. So when her eyes shot open, and she saw that she was in fact not in the alley of the train station, but in fact what looked to be the stomach of some old forest home, her reaction was a tad...extreme. 

When Chris prodded her she shot up instantly, scrambling away from him with no heed or attention paid to those she might have run over. Distance, she needed distance from this strange man with odd-looking glasses. Her eyes scanned the room, not for information, but for protection. She saw the massive column at the center she could maneuver around, but for the most part there were only books and maps. All of the furniture was nailed down, which at first she didn't understand. It wasn't until she made a run for the table that the sway of the boat made her stumble, and the realization only made her run faster. It wasn't going to be much, and if this guy was armed as well she was going to have a bad time, but she'd had them before.

She grabbed the hammer, then whirled around to face the man who'd woken her. "Fok'n get back!" she shouted, holding it tight in one hand, the other held out like some sort of defense. "I swear to Christ I'll bash ya god'm head in, where the hell am I?" 

Oh god, there were others too. She hadn't noticed it at first but there were more people strewn about the floor. They all looked so strange, even the businessmen that came to San Francisco didn't look like them. Moreover, she'd been far from the coast, she didn't even know anyone who owned a boat. How the hell had she slept through this.