[117th Flight]

[caged_song]

H-Heine...? Bishop? ...Miss Naoto?

...Lost. T-there's lots of...strangers...

[ooc; Nill just woke up...she's been sleeping more lately...so ahah, she's kind of frightened. Lost on the upper deck somewhere among the crowds. She's still got her wings so...just a little bit of trouble.]

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[ishiah]

[And that's going to catch his attention.]

Though it seems a shame to cover up such a decorative dress, the night is cold. Wouldn't you be better with a cloak, miss?

[caged_song]

[Blinks...recognizing Ishiah and mouthing his name.]

...

[nods. that'd be a good idea...crowds + wings is not a good combination...]

[ishiah]

[He doesn't recognise the girl and arches a dark eyebrow at the silent syllables of his name, shrugging his jacket off.]

For now, then.

[and draping the jacket gently across her shoulders, careful not to touch her wings. Peri courtesy.]

Perhaps you ought to tell me how you came to be here.

[caged_song]

[She smiles thankfully. Noticing the lack of recognition, she tests how much he still remembers...did he still no sign language?]

Thank you...I woke up here.

[ishiah]

[No, but he recognises it for what it is and turns to face her, crouching to her height in case she's a lip reader, too.]

I'm afraid I don't understand you. Would writing paper make it easier?

[caged_song]

[Oh. Well...at least she knew now. Always better to clarify those types of things early on. Plus, that means that this is definitely a curse.]

...

[She nods. That would be easier...]

[ishiah]

Then we'll find some.

[He starts to stand but thinks better of it, pausing to ask one more yes or no question]

Do you have an escort?

[caged_song]

[she pauses for a moment. an escort...nill wasn't sure if she had one at the moment. she didn't know where Heine was...or Bishop...or anyone...]

...

[Nill shook her head.]

[ishiah]

[Quietly]

I promise you'll be safe with me.

[and at that he stands and turns, looking to make sure she understands that she's to follow.]

[caged_song]

[A hand gently holds onto the edge of his sleeve. To be sure she'd follow and even among the crowds, she wouldn't be lost.]

[ishiah]

[And Ishiah finds himself smiling softly even as he worries how she got here - what she is - and how best to keep her wings hidden from sight if she's unable to do it herself. The first class drawing room is almost deserted at this time of night; Ishiah takes her one of several empty tables. The writing paper is embossed with the White Circle logo and the Titanic's own design.]

Shall we start with your name? I'm Ishiah.

[caged_song]

[She pulls the pad closer and finds the pen. In careful, painstakingly neat handwriting, she writes.]

Nill.

[ishiah]

Nill. [A smile of acknowledgement. He lowers his voice] You're aware of the need to be careful who sees you. [And by you he means those - the awkwardly placed bumps in the outline of his jacket over her shoulders.]

I'm not sure what you are, or how you got on board...

[caged_song]

[She nods in response to his previous statement. But the other questions...those were a bit harder to answer.]

Human. I woke up here.

[ishiah]

[Of course she can't be human, he is not aware of them having yet grown wings (and god forbid, in the many senses of the term), nor can he feel anything innately other about her. He shakes his head.]

You make a very unique human. Not least for the ability to fall asleep on land and waken already well into a voyage.

[caged_song]

[she noticed how absurd it must seem to call herself human...considering she didn't look like one...the wings caused trouble...]

I may not be the only person to wake up here.