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Being on the shoreline, it seemed a landward breeze was essentially a regular occurrence. I had half a mind to try and see if there was a regular interval to it, but figured that would just defeat the purpose of me coming out here in the first place. Any sort of math would get my brain to start turning it's gears, I mean. It'd be much easier to idle until I got tired of my hair getting toyed with and my face light sprayed with saltiness.

As much as I would have appreciated looking up at a starry expanse, us being at port had an answer for that too. A port town being a port town, and one that had luxury liners coming in and out of the docks, you could take a bet on it staying bright well, well into the bank. Straight to the vault, no thermite necessary.

I guessed we'd have to be more out at sea, and away from civilization if we wanted something picturesque. Right now, all I could pick out were the brighter ones that had the staying power to survive in the glow of the city behind us, and any errant airships coming in for a landing.

Well, at least it was relatively quiet. Just the soft tones of jazz drifting down the ship, the waves coming onto shore, the quiet footsteps of someone walking out behind me, and the wind hitting my face. It was kind of soothing, like a soft metronome—

Wait, one of those didn't fit at all!

I turned to face the newcomer, wondering which of us had been the first to arrive after me.

And I suppose that I should have guessed it. Two of them I'd already accounted for as being engaged in something else.

That left the odd one out, in her simple t-shirt and jeans that managed to leave a pretty big impression in their own right, despite being basic in the extreme.

She really did always wear the jacket and turtleneck, didn't she? It's kind of a shame.

Gratia looks good in casual stuff.

[b]"Hey."[/b] I raised a hand in greeting with a small smile. [b]"Can't sleep either?"[/b]