Tyra knew as soon as she got up that she'd be hurrying. Hell, the main reason she got an evening job was because she'd never make it on time otherwise. Still, as soon as she'd drifted back into consciousness, she sprung out of bed, already alarmed by the sun's position in the sky. Damn, I am not gonna miss my one chance because I overslept! she thought, throwing herself together with little care for how good she looked (for once). She'd thankfully left a notice f her resignment the night before and wasn't questioned as she burst out of the Inn and made a mad sprint for the docks. She had little with her; anything she could leave behind she did. There wasn't going to be room for useless trinkets on a ship.
She arrived just behind Ash, and was noticeably out of breath as she said. "Okay! I'm here, the ship's here, I'm good. Not too late." She didn't seem to care how unprofessional she sounded compared to Ash.