*After a short amount of near freefall, the line eventually pulls taut, with a slight bounce to it, as apparently it has some amount of elastic in it. At that point, the line begins to be slowly reeled in. Kharas can barely see anything at all--it isn't the night sky that obscures his vision but the heavy cloud bank in which he is slowly drifting upwards. It is only when he is right upon it, therefore, that he sees the ship. The line is hauled up over the ship, with Kharas on it. He can't see very far in the misty clouds, but the ship seems to be larger than the small barge that the guards were using. As a craftsman himself, he can tell that the ship is of fine craftsmanship despite being made of vastly inferior material to the guards' barge. Many of the diminutive Clanks that he saw before amble about the deck. A shadow in the mists becomes a feminine outline and then, as the clouds clear slightly and she steps forward again, a woman dressed in light and loose sailor's garb covered by a light coat, perhaps to keep away the chill of the cloud's clinging moisture in a way that the revealing sailor's garb underneath would not.*
"Avast ye Clanks!" she calls out as she gestures to some of the Clanks that seem to be just milling about, "Now what have we here? Ahoy stranger--could ye be this 'terrorist' what's causing such a stir? Don't look too impressive to me, that ye don't."