[b][u]Dock 55, Twelve Seas Port, Haven[/u][/b]

"My head..." This groan, more of a whimper really, comes from Katarina when she awakens from her storm-tossed slumber. The regular jolts of movement seem to have her disoriented until she realizes she's being carried once more. She opens her mouth to scream, but no sound comes out as she suddenly notices who is carrying her. No longer a captive, her mouth falls shut and she continues to let Solomon bear her until they come upon the dock where the airship is tethered, her luggage moved aboard and the machines monitoring the ship itself unhooked in preparation for the Crimson Claw's departure.

"How did you find them? Me; how did you find me?" she asks, motioning to be set back on her feet. There is a patch of dried blood at her temple, but other than that she looks no particular worse for wear, though the hood of her cloak has come down in the kerfuffle, exposing that mane of sun-touched red hair once more. "Thank you, either way. I..." She hesitates, averting her eyes, but her words are firm when they do come. "I understand if you would rather terminate the contract. I was not exactly forthcoming when we struck the deal, and I would harbor no ill-will against you if you decided not to risk bearing me aloft as a passenger."