Mrs. Dorrsett did not take time for a full explanation, but agreed Octavia was in no mood for further mingling. She permitted her daughter to take her headache off to bed and was surprised by the fervor with which Octavia thanked her and hugged her goodnight. By the time Octavia approached the garage, her gown had been exchanged for flying clothes. Much like a bathing costume with it's skirt over more practical trousers. Most importantly, a satchel hung from her shoulders. Inside were the blueprints and designs Octavia had spent the last several weeks aquiriing from the PAS to redistribute to other companies. It was the one thing not packed on the little airship in front of the garage. She would never have altered her own plans if it had meant losing control of these documents. But Mr. Fischer's suggestions seemed to be working out so far. Octavia had made final preparations for the little airship earlier that evening when she was supposed to be doing her hair. She had manufactured sheaths for the lights around the garage to shadow the ship, making its disappearance less noticeable. But the lights would still be shining across the yard and visible from the house as usual. She didn't want anyone [i]else[/i] sneaking around their home undetected. Octavia crossed between the lights into shadow. Her fingers tingling with excitement that mimicked the sound of her feet dancing up the rungs to the platform. The scent of smoke welcomed her and promised a quick ascent into this adventure. "I'm ready. I trust you've found everything in order?" Octavia asked, careful not to use Mr. Fischer's name lest it carry on some breeze to Huber's ear.