[h3]Zoe, Hamelin & Urses[/h3]
Cowritten by Dyelli Beybi, [@PrinceAlexus], [@Shadow Daedalus]
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Where Zoe introduces herself to the Favian crewmen.
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The bridge had emptied out a lot after the chaotic disturbances earlier, though Zoe was still there, leaning against the table with the charts on if, staring thoughtfully out into the darkness of the night beyond the gondola. She shivered slightly, hugging her arms around herself. The room was colder than the rest of the ship without any heating and the young noble had fled without a winter jacket... which hadn't been that silly given it was summer. But high in the sky the temperature plummeted.

Hamelin, walked slightly stiffly as he made his way down the narrow passageway, it was all too, ships moved and this Airship was somthing he had not got used to yet, it felt alien to him, like it was subtlety wrong vs Sea going vessel. He made his way past cabins to the bridge, a woman and a few others gathered though his aim was the chart table he found slightly damp... Grease pencils, maps, and a complex brass plated directional compass. He was looking about for the sextant and astrological equipment.

"Taking a look at the charts?" the woman asked, "Zoe Spyrou," she introduced herself with a slight smile.

Hamerlin looked over at the woman leaning against the Navigation station, a noble by the looks of her in a rather fashionable blouse as far as he knew. He turned his head as he had a black patch over one eye and a several visable scars. "Yes Miss Spyrou, well if I can find the rest of Navigation equipment." He spoke politely and a little more formerly, he could still be a Gentleman even if it had all gone to shit, "Hamelin Le Marinier, Diplomat and a Post Captain before i could only Aye, instead of Aye Aye." He said lightly and rested slightly against the chart plot and soothed his right leg, phantom pains from the effort of late and old injury.

Urses appeared a moment later, though with noticeably less purpose in his stride. Truthfully, he hadn't come here for any particular reason; After the initial argument on the bridge and subsequent discussion in the armoury, the Medic had busied himself by clearing one of the unused passenger cabins as an ad-hoc medical bay but now he had done so, he needed a change of scenery and found himself here, although he wasn't sure if he needed fresh air or a cigarette.  The cooler air was pleasant enough, although he noticed that not everyone would agree... Sighing slightly to himself, and slipping off the coat of his civilian attire, he approached the Inburrian woman and offered the garment to her. Suspicions or no, he reckoned should at least extend her the courtesy, if only to prevent more work for himself later, "I hope you don't mind if I cut in, but do you need to borrow my coat? The cold seems to be bothering you and you don't want to catch something from it; I have the supplies to treat wounds, not cure colds..."

"That's very kind. Thank you," Zoe gave Urses a warm genuine smile. The gesture had meant something to her by the looks of it.

The Medic nods with a slight smile in return. "Urses Mallory, by the way. Medical Technician, Favis Army... not that you'd guess from the clothes."

"Oh really?" She let him drape the coat around her shoulders before slipping her arms into the sleeves, "I would have picked up the accent, and guessed you were military given you weren't squabbling in here earlier... A pleasure to meet you, Urses, Mister Marinier... I think we met before, must have been at some silly function," she said dismissively.

Hamelin racked his mind and he did link her to something, not a person or a perfect link but he has been attending. Yes, he knew, he remembered the night after rather fondly. "The 12th Innovation hall, Opening night. Good wine, but the sea food was to be desired. Apologies if my memory is a little loose, it's been quite eventful. " He said, not affronted and used to the rather ... less than open diplomatic events. He shifted his weight with a slight hiss of pain. "Well met Mr Mallory, You made it, so that what's matters,. Can you check the lower cabinet, sextant? anything?, old injury, never forgotten." He asked respectfully, rank really did not matter with the dangers still so close behind them, and he would give him curtesy and try to offering him a hand to shake, though his right was where his fingers where replaced.

"Oh yes, I remember that!" Zoe remarked, "I generally liked the wine at that sort of think but Papa was always worrying I'd do something frivolous. I imagine taking an airship out for a spin around the country would qualify as frivolous! 

"The wine was always better after the 2nd glass." Hamerlin said matching her slightly more open mood, he definitely could give her a interesting way to escape boring diplomatic functions, grand theft airship...air piracy maybe?  "Air Piracy...I'm not even sure If they even have invented the crime. Am i now a pirate?" He could not help but smile at idea, air pirates with cannons along broad sides etc and skyborne boarding actions. Airships where still rather novel. 

"So how are we for weapons?" she asked, "And can I have one."

And then.. it dropped, he had to phrase this carefully and he chose his words delicately "We are prepared, but I hope we will remain as we are, and uneventful. Our flight estimate is about a day worst case right now Miss Spirou."

"Yes," Zoe nodded, leaning forward across the desk conspiratorially, "But I don't know who all of the people we picked up are and I suspect many would sell their own mother for a cheap bottle of brandy. They may try to hurt me or decide that the gold goes further if there are less people involved. I'd feel more comfortable... but if you don't want to, I'd also be happy to accept your protection - as an Officer and a Gentleman."

Turning towards Zoe, he had to track people from his one eye, he would protect her as was his duty but he did not want to get caught up in gold business. Money, stressed people was a disaster waiting to happen. "I of course, am still a Officer and Gentleman, I shall do what I can. Gold..  of course you'd bring trouble." He said quietly, with a small sigh, his memory linking her better... "Mi lady, You where always .. lively." He said, Zoe he seemed to recall was somewhat a woman whom could never be called dull. 

Zoe flushed slightly at Hamerlin's comment, giving him a coy sideways glance, "Well it does have a habit of getting me into trouble, though in this case I rather think it's getting me out of it!"

"I cannot deny that, Least you were not in a ball gown and heals dodging a upset dukes coachman, Even though I was absconding with a Lady I shall not name to the Grand Royale Hotel, Nice Diversion for some of us anyway." He laughed as it was good for the soul to joke a bit however he would not name names. He was a Gentleman, in less gentlemanly pursuits. 

Zoe smirked at that comment, apparently the idea of dodging a coachman didn't seem that concerning, "You know, I am pretty good at dodging people when I don't want them to know what I'm up to.  Essential life skill!"