The Dockmaster's tower is even busier than the city watch's station house, with sailors and merchants standing in more of a mob than a queue, paperwork in their hands, waiting to either retrieve a document from the Dockmaster's descending basket or to shove a document of their own inside.
The dark-haired girl spots the group approaching -- they stick out like a sore thumb amidst the mariners and merchants -- and she waves and points to the basket, leading to some grumblings from those waiting their turn.