The trip back is uneventful. Helas is quiet the whole way.

When they land, "Freelancer? Go talk to the clerk in the mail office for your pay."

Marena goes and does that.

Here's some money! Here's a stamped work order form! It's unclear if she's supposed to keep it, or what.

It's probably best to keep it? Don't want to throw it out and then realise she really needed it.

She heads to the docks, looking for the sign for the Westward Boat Comany.

It's not that hard to find the place. Finding the right building might be tricky though - They own like half a street.

Well, that's a certain kind of hard to miss.

Let's just walk into a random open door, and see if we can start looking for our Albert from there.

Looks like some kind of showroom or museum! High ceiling, a few sharply dressed people looking at various boats. They look like pretty fancy boats for the tech level, admittedly - apparently that one can go at 18 knots - six faster than the competition! - and engine doesn't smell and the smoke goes out the back so it doesn't ruin the view. A luxury craft.

A woman at a desk near the entrance asks, "Can I help you, miss...?"

...okay so this is a little more public than she would have liked. It'll do.

"I'm here to see Albert. Danny sent me."

"Albert who? Danny who? We employ over a thousand people, ma'am. I don't suppose you have an appointment I can look up?"

"Albert Henson. Prototyping division. Sent by Danny Forgot-To-Give-His-Last-Name,-Just-A-Delivery."

"Mr. Henson, I see. I'm afraid the prototyping division is a secure area. We can't let just anyone walk in and interrupt their important work, you see. I can give you directions to the mail room."

"That would be lovely, thank you!"

...this is going to require some sneakiness, isn't it?

And now she has directions to the mailroom from a standoffish secretary.

Sneakiness will indeed be called for, it seems.

There are probably sensible ways to sneak in. As a lunar, she has some thoroughly awesome and thoroughly stupid ways to sneak in.

She goes to the mailroom. She puts the documents into Elsewhere for safe keeping -- and turns into a bird. Are birds meant to be in secure areas? No. Are people going to be less alarmed by a bird showing up in a secure area than a random stranger? Hopefully.

She flies out of the room, and starts looking for-- a sign or something. Some indication on what direction the prototyping division probably is.

A bird indoors is a bit alarming! She is shooed outdoors post-haste.

A view from the sky clears things up a bit. Prototyping is probably going to be factory-ish, but not an acutal factory? Some kind of mix between offices and workshop-type structures, possibly with weird looking boat parts lying around.

That bit over there behind a high fence and with a gate guard looks about right.

Huzzah! Something that looks like a prototyping place.

She flies over the fence, and looks for an open window or door.

There are a couple of open windows on the main structure. Two leading into offices (only one occupied), and a row of open warehouse windows leading into a large two-story workspace where bits of machinery are lying around, a dozen or so people working on them or talking about math and going over design papers.

So, this Mr Henson sounds important. Probably the sort of guy to have his own office. Into the occupied office window! (And if that is the right office, she'll have reasonable amount of privacy to change back into a human, without startling too many people by a bird turning into a woman.)

"-Bloody birds! Out, out!" The man throws a crumpled up paper at her.

Does he have a sign on his desk, or anything in here that makes it look like he's Albert? If not, out she flies!

No signs on his desk. Lots of papers and instruments, though. It's kind of hard to guess how important he is, but it's a pretty fancy office?

Hmm, she can always come back later if it turns out to be him. --unless he closes the window. That would be frustrating. And there's been a distinct lack of useful signage so far.

She can talk as a bird. Maybe now would be a good time for that. "Are you Albert Henson?"

He had started muttering to himself about what sort of bird she might be, but, "-A witch! Of course! Bah, magic. What do you want with me?"

She turns back into a human, summons the documents, and hands them over. "Danny asked me to deliver this to you. Oh, and next time you talk to Danny, tell him to give more specific directions."

"Danny? Danny who? I don't know any Danny. You can't just barge into my office! All the security nonsense and still a witch flies right into my very office!"