"Sir Torvus!" he cried. "Are you alright, sir?"
Urcea just stopped herself from inhaling sharply. Over the wind, she was sure no one had noticed. So this was Torvus Smithy-Stelton of Aurumdale, the heir to the Aurumdale Freight Line.
Torvus grunted and nodded. He swept their environs, taking special note of the rigging and fold-down walks above them.
"Doesn't appear to be any damage."
"Who do you think it was, sir?"
"Well, this one wasn't involved, I know that."
The sailor turned to where he motioned and started. In the dark, in her dark dress, in his haste to (check on) (it was now clear to Urcea) his boss.