Klara had been just attempting to get a view off the deck when a man around the same age as her stumbled into her. What he was doing on the Third Class section of the deck she didn't know? Or maybe she was in the First Class section of the deck? Either way she didn't know and that paired with the man now staring at her immediately made her nervous. The man was definitely upper class and usually his lot didn't care much for poor immigrants like herself. With that, she very quickly attempted running off. 

Believing she had finally lost the man, Klara finally found a spot to peer over the deck. She knew that within minutes they would be departing on their journey across the sea. The land of opportunity. Surely there wasn't anywhere else more desirable at the moment. And she knew she was just a step closer as the ship's horns blared, announcing it was finally about to set sail. Almost immediately those around her began waving out to who she perceived to be their loved ones. Being purely on her own for this journey, Klara knew she had nobody in particular to wave to, but still did anyway. Perhaps somebody would return the gesture. 

Moments later, Klara recognized a familiar face. The blind man from earlier, but this time he was accompanied by who she could only assume was his son. [i]So somebody got him a ticket, after all. I'm sorry I was no help.[/i] Klara glanced at the pair before once again taking off, not wanting to draw attention to herself just yet. There was much exploration of the ship to do, at least the parts she had access to as it was generally forbidden for Third Class passengers to venture into the rest of the ship. First Class passengers could go pretty much anywhere they pleased, however, even if they didn't necessarily want to.