Zoe had the map, and what with the weather letting up, she might actually have a decent chance in finding someone, anyone. The map though wasn't always the biggest help; it made her sick sometimes to look at it. Streets and dots moving this way and that. But, she wasn't going to let that stop her, not this time, not when she could find what she was looking for...finally.
So, with a new set of clothes, that were definitely lighter than the fare she'd been sporting, what with the snow and all, she headed out. The dot she'd marked as Wash, hoped was Wash, seemed to have settled for the day. Well, it hadn't moved, and she had to hope that that didn't mean he was dead. She actually had to stop as that thought came to mind; if he was dead again, she was going to kill him.
Grabbing a real cup of coffee, she might have become addicted, she made her way to where she thought the dot was. She didn't look like some tourist with the map open in front of her: one, she didn't want to look like an easy mark, and two, looking at the damn thing for long sent her into a tail spin. She wasn't going down that easily.
The Amazon wasn't all that surprised when she found herself at the docks; though, she did find the ship's new placement a little odd. How had they gotten it out of the warehouse? She didn't care; it just better be her ship with her crew, mainly with her husband.
She walked up to the cargo bay and entered the code to get in.