Turning to Blake she raised an eyebrow. Shrugging his shoulders he made a move for them both to go on. 
		"I'll lend a hand." Running down to the back cannons Ria slipped on a rag somebody left lying around. 
	"Damn," she cursed, from her back a white feather broke off and stuck to her shoulder.  Collecting herself quickly she turned to him and asked.  "So what seems to be the problem with the cannons?" Absentmindedly, she plucked the feather off her shoulder and placed it into her grey pouch.