Standing quietly at the harbor, Arizona gazes out into the vast sea as she sits at a bench. The steady rhythm of the waves lapping against the dock provides a soothing comfort, making the surrounding silence seem strangely less empty. The salty sea air brushes gently against the dreadnought's face, a reminder of the vast expanse of water stretching out before them. As Arizona continues to sit there, lost in thought, she find a strange sense of tranquility in the endless motion of the water, the sound of the waves acting as a calming background to their contemplation of the vast unknown until she senses something in the wind. "The wind..." She spoke softly before turning her head to what she felt had approached.