Have a few decisions to make in terms of plot relatively soon. Really have to spend some serious hours (40-80 hrs) into hashing out different ways everything could go for the novel///plotlines.

The sharp young gentleman, whom she'd seen at dinner, rushed out. Unlike Urcea, he seemed completely familiar with what he saw, and knew right where he was going-- he backed out onto the gangway, holding a pistol pointed into the room. He swept it toward the aft of the ship, away from Urcea, as he kicked the door shut. His expensive, black leather shoes clanged off the steel of the door.
As he was whirled back fore-ward, Urcea backed away, stopping by the amber glow of a frosted window, barely missing the long barrel of the pistol as it whipped toward her.
The man's face lit with surprise, then suspicion. Where the gun had only vaguely been pointed in her direction, he now trained it on her fully.