Who: Claire Bennet & Maka Albarn Where: The dirigible The Yalta When: Todayish/auish What: The stowaway is found
She'd watched and waited, staying in the hidden places she'd found throughout - a few hours in this cubby, a few in that. A large pipe here, an unused vent there. She'd kept track of the days in the journal she'd brought with her, ticking them off as they'd traveled the air, and then, after they landed for repairs. Now normally, someone might get off and venture into the city - but not Claire. She knew that leaving risked being left behind, and so she stayed.
The day she'd found the woman in the hold, that had been a shock for her. For a few days, she'd watched and listened, to try and find out exactly what was happening - and eventually she began to talk to her, get to know her when no one else was around...and so the two had worked out a plan. The woman would keep her secret, if she helped her escape - and it had worked, she now knew. At the moment, she sat in a rarely used hallway nibbling on an apple she'd filched from the kitchen. She never took much, only a few things at a time, not so much that anything might be missed. Between bites of her apple, she sipped from a flask of wine, staring up at the ceiling. The ship seemed too quiet, the repairs seemed to be nearly done but the crew hadn't yet returned, and she thought herself the only one on board. The distant hum of the engines filled her ears and soothed her form as her eyes eventually began to droop, lulling her into a light doze.