Aria smiled, turning her attention to the front of the staircase as they descended. She drifted off in her thoughts, nibbling on her lip. She had finally found a crew, and it seemed like a lively one. She felt, happy knowing she could have their backs and they would have hers, but still a shadow of worry ghosted across her mind, nagging her into thinking ore about what the man had said. She thought they had lost her trail. She berated herself slightly for not covering her tracks, her father would have been so ashamed of her. It had taken years for her to be able to sneak, and after all that she could still be caught. 

[i]'Note to self: Don't group up with suspicious captains and large crews who still have yet to show fighting skills.'[/i] She was abruptly shaken from making amusing nicknames for her crew by something hard landing on her foot. She winced, looking up at whoever had stepped on her poor appendage. Katewyn brushed past her, and Aria simply shrugged, rolling her eyes with a fond smile. The woman had saved a few of their lives, and who could yell at a woman with a sloth hanging off their shoulder?

They continued down the stairs, entering a room not soon after. After setting Rucks down carefully, Aria sent Simnia a sheepish grin while rubbing the back of her neck. She had surprisingly never been forced to fix many machines, most likely because of the suspicion she would purposely break something important. Which was true to be honest, she would sabotage any machine she could get her hands on. Slowly Aria slumped into the space next to Rena, sending her an apologetic glance. Her foot was starting to ache, and the cut on her cheek stung, but no injury she had could compare to the hurt she supposed Rena was experiencing. It looked terrible, and Aria had to stop herself from reaching out to examine the wound. The boat jerked a little, surprising Aria, before a triumphant grin settled on her features.

"Well, sounds like we're off. I hope you folks are ready for some adventure!"