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[center]Manfred:[@Force and Fury], Eun-Ji [@Medili], Carmilla [@Animus], Dorothea [@jasbraq] Leon [@Jumbus][/center]
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[color=6633cc]"I'll meet you down there, expect something big!"[/color] he says offhandedly to the duo.

Rather than attempting to vainly cut through the crowds down the stairs and draw possible witnesses to himself, Zarra goes into a men's bathroom, which to his luck is empty. He goes inside a stall, stands on a toilet to hide his presence, and goes into deep thought. After what could be interpreted as an eternity, he decides his strategy. With a little bit of concentration, all sense of touch, pain, and even temperature, fade away. Once again, he is left levitating in a world that breaks the boundaries of the ship. It's an experience only a Greyborn can truly understand, becoming beyond permeable. He uses what illusion of gravity left to fall through the floors. He lands inside of a utility closet on the middle deck and singlehandedly dismisses his astral surroundings. He takes as damp towel, possibly needing it for his idea. He leaves the closet cautiously, like a superhero worried about their secret identity.

His first instinct was in fact, to go to the hull itself, and rip a nice, jagged, gaping hole into it. However, that would have to unfortunately be a last resort, as the instant drop in pressure would likely instantly flood him away and make it impossible to reach the hole again, assuming he's lucky and isn't KO'd upon impacts. He could also go to the riled workers right now and say a Volti is after them, but they'd likely question him and he'd eventually crack from lack of good responses. If Manfred is going for the captain, that could be used a distraction. And so the cunning boy has an epiphany: What if he sabotages the engine? Leave them all stranded, well, except for his team of course, Hugo is on their side. Everyone else? I hope they know how to bind rafts, he snarks to himself, acknowledging the irony of having survived a sabotaged boat only to have to do that himself. 

Now, he could just use his intangibility to reach the engine itself, but the issue the longer he stays in that form, the more annoying it is come back, it's logarithmic in its time like that. Be there for 30 seconds? You're not gonna come back for another 6, that's just enough time for many things to go wrong, including accidentally getting stuck between ebbing stories of the ship. He's done something similar before and it is not an experience he wants to repeat. Besides, that's exactly why he asked Hugo to give him this effective, although fashionably outrageous, employee outfit. 

He makes his way through the corridors of pipes and mechanism beyond his current education, stealth in mind. Why do the inner workings of boats, or just buildings and general, give off such a creepy vibe? Is it the shadows of stow away rats? The flickering of torchlight on the dirty metal? Is it just the pipes themselves that brings out some inherent human fear of looking at the unknown? These sort of metaphysical questions would be very easy to get lost in, but he refuses to let them dominate his full attention as he walks with quiet purpose.

Zarra reaches a very large and complex room. The noise is nearly unbearable at this point, the sound of blast furnaces, steam regulators, and chugging gears creates a cascade of mechanized cognitohazard. He spots 3 men and a woman: Two watching some sort of terminal, likely keeping track of the everchanging states of the ship's power. Nearby, Zarra spots the other two having a drink and arguing over some kind of schematic. Maybe they're on break, or trying to fix an underlying issue? Regardless, this is a strangely exhilarating experience, he feels exactly like a Traveler Agent. He always admired the Traveler, seeing him as a legacy of change, not the terrorist that everyone propagates. He's only dishing out the very suffering that the higher classes have been perpetuating for years. 

Finding himself getting distracted, he kicks himself back to reality. Analyzing the whole system, he notices that all of the small pipes come from a very colossal pipe. He could bind the metals open, but only an actual fool would do that, as the pipes would easily melt someone's skin onto its surface, even with the frigid towel to protect him, The cruise is currently slowing, that means the pipes are low pressure, atleast, what's what his limited understand of engineering is telling him. What about creating a small slit? He feels that's a little bit underwhelming, they'll inevitably fix that... Unless they don't have the very thing they need to fix it. He prides himself on his cleverness. 

Being careful and patient, he slowly uses magnetic to remove the rivets out of the frame of the pipe, a magic so simple nobody should sense it. [b]Tink[/b] as the first one hits the floor. He looks back instinctively, nobody yet. He does it again, a little more confident, nobody again. He decides his wasting his time, and start doing all of them in quick succession. He removes the last screw, leaving them sloppily left on the floor. He takes his yellow soaked linen, and heaves the pipe off. There's a distinct [b]clunk[/b] as the pipe comes lose into the mage's hand, who had pulled way too hard an attempt to do dodge the steam shooting out. He falls forwards and makes a very loud [b]CLANG[/b] as the boy uses the pipe to catch himself, almost putting his face onto it's blue hot surface. [color=6633cc]“Crap!”[/color] is the only thing he can pronounce as he has indubitably given himself away. He shifts through the wall on pure panic. He enters another part of the hallway where he stops in front of... 

Leon and Eunji, who sees this skinny dusty fake-employee now holding an integral part of the ship's power.