"Ach! Stop!" The annoyance dripping off Viola's voice changed to laughter as a fluffy tail tickled her shoulder, then her neck, and then her cheek. "Rufus, what is it?" Her eyes fluttered open and the girl rubbed out the gunk that had accumulated in the corners of her eyes during the long nap she'd had to make up for last night. Pleased that she was awake, the squirrel let out a squeaky chitter and leapt down to perch on Viola's shoulder when she sat up. 

Only then did the still-sleepy woman realize that the Leviathan had stopped and the air smelled like a mixture of soot and old socks. After a quick glance at Rufus, she decided that he agreed with her extremely accurate conclusion. She coughed softly and stood up, looking out at the city of Ballard. It wasn't the best place to stop, but it was an excellent opportunity to stock up on some supplies--especially fresh food! And maybe some suspicious herbal concoctions, but that was a different story.

Viola stretched, walked down and stepped off the ship. It felt kind of good to be on land again, although the location wasn't exactly perfect. A few crew members were horsing around as usual, but she didn't comment. She was busy mentally planning what to look for first and whether to take her syringe gun. The latter, she decided, was a no. That was just asking for trouble. Her dagger though? That was good common sense.