She sits perched on the rail of Vane's ship, sometime near dawn. Arrived too early for when she sent the runner to him ( for when he'd both gotten back in from their hither and thither - sailors ), but what else was there to do? She never did like to stew alone. Been stuck in the Gallows far too long to not baulk at the first reason to leave the walls of the fortress. Leave looking at the mess she'd made of too many things that even when they shouldn't, mattered to her.

Her eyes sliding backwards and forwards over crew as they moved around their shift. One foot pressed toes down, heel up, bobbing in an absent twitch of movement up and down. Still and moving, all at once. As she waits for morning to crawl to a respectable time that she doesn't feel she might be bothering most some dreadful hangover.

Bangs the once with the side of her fist, a call to follow it - "It's Lakshmi."