Vanahara was transfixed as they moved through the airship. She'd never seen anything of the kind—the most advanced technology she'd managed to create at home was the town's first pendulum clock, and that had been a rare exception. She was meant to focus on practical matters at home, and once she arrived at the Academy, the basics of Ironworking. This ship was something else. She couldn't help but let her fingers trail along the walls as she followed the group to the main deck, face impassive but grinning internally as she sensed her way through the workings of the airship.

She came to a stop at the back of the room when they reached the main deck, looking around with interest, and the light of curiosity was visible in her eyes. When the Commander called for questions, she raised a hand, waiting until she was recognized before asking the question that had occurred to her the moment she felt the intricate workings of the ship.

"What's our access level, sir?" she asked, folding her hands behind her back. "I mean to say, are there any restricted areas we need to watch out for?"