[@Plank Sinatra][@Write][@Silvan Haven][@HereComesTheSnow]
[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/foO0yFo.png[/img][H3]Unfortunately, Luke is not That Lucky[/h3][/center]

Gratia rapidly rose from the chair before her companion had even finished her question, striding towards the balcony in pursuit of that splashing noise. She was aware of Nuit's exit of the room to inspect the crashing sounds next door, but what was of greater interest to her was what it was that had entered the water surrounding the cruise ship. The door to the balcony was pushed open, and she immediately  rushed for the railings, leaning over in search of the sound's source. In the darkness, her vision of the sea was obscured, but there was clearly something sinking into the waves.

Her onyx eyes narrowed.

That was a body.

Had somebody tried to hide the body of their victim by throwing it off the ship?

The Mistralese teenager immediately turned from the railing, bursting back into Bianca's room and running out the door. If the banging from next door had been the sounds of a struggle, then the survivor of that fracas was likely still present. Gratia entered, finding herself facing a scene that had progressed faster than she had imagined.

"[color=66cd00]Who the fuck's this?[/color]" she could only ask, gesturing at Jericho.

And why was Bianca tending to him?