Moot's apparent disappearance was not so much the result of her stealth or any acts of selfish desertion as it was the inherent, subconscious refusal of people to look up unless prompted. As Olivia nervously scrambled through the morning shadows to an open shipping container the Russian acrobat grinned broadly in amusement, looking on from the top of the jet bridge, her long legs dangling comically down either side. Were her vocal chords not broken she would have laughed, though the collection of soldiers now emerging from the door suggested this was fortunate. Klara repositioned herself so as to lie low, close to the roof of the jet bridge as she watched.

Moot had taken this position so as to gain a better concept of the land ahead, having spotted what looked like people in the distance. She couldn't quite see what they were doing but it appear many were lying down or hunched over, which given recent events made her nervous. However they could have been the missing members of her troupe or at least Daniel - She would have to investigate. But that would have to wait until the soldiers were gone.
Klara lowered herself down the side of the jet bridge skillfully before making a silent drop onto the ground below, crouching. She swiftly padded towards the container and, it being too dark for her to see if Olivia was still there, tapped rhythmically on its edge.