Constance would like to think that she had been on her best behavior since her little heart-to-heart with Conway, although only because she had mastered the art of quickly disappearing from the area whenever Luna or Edward reared their stupid, little jerk heads. If she couldn’t make a great escape then she played nice, resorting to soft smiles and short, meaningless conversations about the weather, casting daggers out of her eyes whenever they weren’t looking. When asked to help with a task she did so quickly and quietly, all yessirs, yessirs, thank you, sirs, and when left alone she passed the time smoking and debating on whether or not she should steal the Endurance and fly back to the Isles. The woman decided to be sensible about it and not attempt any daring joyrides. Besides, Krauss probably kept the keys on him even when he bathed, the bastard. 

Time passed and all of her wounds, minus the ones dealt to her pride, healed. The cuts on her face were now nothing but another blemish to mask with makeup, but the unflattering scars on her side would mean that she would forever be limited to one-piece swimwear. Still, Raoul had given her the okay to join the others when they had departed to follow the mark on Edward’s map, and Constance was actually excited to go. It seemed that even the nightmarish prospect of being trapped in a tin can with two of the most absolutely abysmal people she had ever met wasn’t enough to stop her from joining the expedition. Besides, perhaps she would luck out and Myra would turn out to be the only other sensible person onboard the Garrloch.

It was a fat chance, considering the rest of the crew, but it was nice to pretend.

Of course, if she knew she was going to be forced to sit on Edward’s bony lap like a little child while Krauss managed to hit every single bit of turbulence that a human possibly could and tossed her up and down like a cocktail shaker. Her hand gripped tightly onto her hat while her other hand turned white in the knuckles as she gripped against a rail to prevent herself from being jostled too roughly. Still, the flight was worth it, and Constance found herself pressing up against the glass as small islands came into view, then larger ones, then—she gasped. Those were homes, that was a street, there was a town, and beyond it a city. Civilization. They had found civilization. She should’ve been thrilled, yet she felt an unease pass through her as she looked down on the tiny dots begin to take human forms as the Endurance flew closer. It was an unease that Constance couldn’t explain. Constance pulled away from the window and waited from them to setdown.