Top Deck, away from the bridge
After she ran from the Gunslinger, she needed somewhere else to go. The easy disregard made her ache, though she was unsurprised, expecting from the start that he would move away in favor of other (possibly better) things. She wanted to go someplace with purpose, since she suspected that there were few other things to aim for at this point for her. Instead of traveling down, into the darker levels of the ship, she headed up, hoping for escape or a new place to hide. Somewhere that the night's darkness would cover more than just velvety ears and tail. She longed for her home, to where she and found a place to fit.
Instead, she found the deck and its railings that overlooked nothing but flat, dark water. The stars were dim enough that she felt secure in the gloom, and she climbed up to perch on the railing, her feet dangling free. Her tail curled loose and back down toward the ship's deck. It curled and twitched occasionally as she looked up at the sky.