The walk to the where the ship was moored was an odd one, as he had never experienced anything like it. In his wasteland gear, it seemed that no one knew who he was, he was just another face in the crowd without his suit; Nikola passed by people that would normally have stopped what they were doing to say good morning, some he liked, others he didn't. As he walked, the floorboards creaked under the weight of him and his things, he had his duffle bag slung over his shoulder, filled with everything he thought useful to take and he had retrieved his typewriter from his office, he had bought a new one for himself as the one the company provided wasn't the best, that dangled in from his right hand in it's case.

Dawn light spilled over the form of the massive airship, it's brass plates glowing hotly and brightly, he was still in awe of it, he didn't believe that he would ever get over the sensation either. As he approached he regretted telling the captain he was a pilot, he didn't want to control that thing, he much preferred planes, he found the defunct between them was the difference between riding a cow and a horse. He stood by the woman who called up to Levi, she seemed to be much more over burdened then he was, two duffle bags and a backpack; he waited for her to finish calling up to the captain before making his presence known.

"Good morning, my Captain!" he called through the din of the dock, "I'm not sure what title to give myself but rest assured, you will find my services quite valuable!" He turned to the woman and put his typewriter case down, extending his hand, "Nikola Vanderbilt, it's a pleasure to meet you." he put on his best smile, "May I enquire who I'll be spending a few months on the same ship with?"