"Ah. I shall do as you command Master!" Tamamo chirped. "Leave it to me to make more tags and start on the workshop. Our fortress of solitude shall be as unassailable as our bond."

As Wes seemed to be pondering how to drive the yacht, which is a skill Tamamo certainly didn't have. Ironically, she was one of the few Servant's without a riding skill yet still found herself reliant upon vehicular transportation. But she didn't have to be a jack of all trades, and who really needs to be able to ride phantasmal beasts in this day and age? For situations like this she couldn't be more grateful to have Wes as her master. 

Ducking inside the Yacht's cabin, Tamamo walked into the rooms center and sat sieza. "Now to start on the workshop..." A twitch of the ear. "Anytime now..." Tail steadily drooping until flush against the chill floor. "Just have to start...stuff...Gyah!"

With a muffled yowl of frustration Caster hung her head piteously. "Forgive me master, but I think this may take some time."