The coat comes with a hood and goes almost down to their knees. It's thick cotton, with a few patchy leather pieces. There are gloves too, but they're rather thin. No pants or boots.

They don't know what else she can do. But it kind of seems like what they want is for nothing alarming to happen, and to get everything they can off the boats, even down to ripping up floorboards and unbolting the walls of the superstructures.

Two men and a woman with sledge hammers drive a steel girder into the sand near the stacks of stuff coming off the boat. Some other people are setting up tents. Most of them are still trying to make their way from the boats over ice to the shore, carrying things.

She can work with thin; it would be harder to work with nothing. Fortunately Genea has good enough shoes and long pants already. She works while she waits - warmth, warmth, warmth. She doesn't have to touch, she can do the pants and shoes from here. 

Work can make you warm, Genea reminds her. ...Not sure if it happens the same when it's this cold though...

...I think it does. This is trickier; she works on adjusting the magic. A coat won't hold the magic long, but she doesn't need a week let alone a month even; a day works just fine. She can renew it later. Warmth. 

She doesn't do anything more visually alarming than existing. If they haven't called her over yet by the time she's done with the clothes she hands off the coat to Genea and starts walking (unalarmingly!) over.

She puts on the coat. 

If I'm going to be helping I should probably not be carrying things. And I don't know the language.

Right. She indicates a place for the packs Genea's carrying, somewhere the boat people don't seem to be going. Drop them over on the rock there; I'll hide them.

And when Genea does the former she does the latter (the packs are already warded, of course, and now - these packs are not dangerous and you don't need to pay attention to them, just walk around here if you're going this way and don't think anything of it...).

I can relay translation, just pass it on to me.

You need anything, call me.

And she heads on to the girder.

She's been watching the people working, she knows who to walk up to and offer herself in help. 

The girder waits, sticking straight up out of the sand. "We have a couple of heaters and some coal, but saving those for later will be good. How big an area do you think is workable? Are you running down some resource? You should prioritize, if so. Whatever you can do should be good, though."

As for Genea, the man who seems to be directing unloading efforts says, "I don't recognize you or your friend. I didn't even notice you until a second ago. Hm. Where did you come from, eh? You going to slip off with a box of food or something."

"Glad to make them saveable! I've got a resource and I'm using it, but it's the kind that comes back. And in my case the kind there's a lot of. Bigger'll take more time and all that - I can start with some area you're wanting?"

She doesn't blame them. "Far away. We're strangers to you, with no one else to speak for us. I'm not a thief. If there's work you can trust me with on my word, then you have that."

"Renewable. And powerful. Very good, that. Again, thank you. Let's say from the post to where I'm standing, in a circle. Don't make it as hot as summer - a ways above freezing will do nicely and be less of a shock. It'll melt the snow, that'll serve as a marker just fine. How long will it last?"

He nods solemnly. "Giving your word only means so much these days, but very well. We're working for ourselves, now... Working with you two as well should be fine. Samuel seems to be alright with it, at any rate. " He gives Genea an unloading task near a few other people who can watch her.

She gives an affirmative hand gesture (theirs, not hers).

"Depends how long I take with it. A week's quicker, a month's longer, a year will take more of a while."

Given circumstances she won't say "to the Law and the sovereign citizens".

She'll unload.

"A year! Astounding. I can't imagine it will take more than a week for all the boats to get here and unloaded. A week or two should be fine. I begin to think you really should go find the captain. You can clearly do a very great amount to help us, and he will know better than I what questions to ask you."

The unloaders are all working hard, and used to hard work. They're tired and cold and hungry and anxious, but there's an extra zeal to their labors. These are people working towards hope.

"Week or two it is! And then captain-finding?"

She was a field laborer and then a guard, she's perfectly used to hard work too. The coat is keeping her warm just fine and she's not currently hungry. Different kinds of anxious-or-hopeful-and-similar-things mix, of course.

She notices that about them, though. Relays to Aye if they're talking, and tries to use that for picking up some words herself.

"And then captain-finding, yes. You can probably just follow their footprints - if you and your friend are up for a fast hike, that is... Please do ask if you have questions. You two seem a bit lost."

As for Genea, most of the talk is about the work they're currently doing. There is a minor incident after a few minutes.

"Oh shit-" Crash, a dropped slab of steel. A shout as someone nearly follows it overboard.

"Can we get it-"

"No, it's under the ice. It's not coming back. Just be glad you didn't follow it."

"Damn."

"Take a breather. Your safety is more important than the materials."

"Without materials we won't have a new city."

"Without people, too, no city. Go, rest, come back when you feel calm."

The man who nearly fell into the broken patch of ice finds an out of the way spot and stoops down, clutching at his head and swearing quietly.

"Right, everyone! Stay calm, stay safe. We are in no hurry here."

Work resumes.

"We're definitely lost!" she agrees. "If they're going on foot I should be able to just scry them and teleport us over. Though we can hike fast if there's some reason not to do the teleporting."

And, girder. She doesn't need someone to carve anchor signs for her either. Or to touch. Palms open towards it and the signs appear, on the steel and then the ground below, a foot from the girder in a few directions. She stands there for a bit, doing nothing they'll be able to see, then moves out. More signs, farther away. Walking the circle, stopping regularly. Moving out again. Repeat. 

She's liking these people. She - hopes there isn't something they haven't seen yet here to warp it all. 

"My friend can get it later, if you want.

And can do healing, if you need."

"I see no reason not to... Teleport." He seems uncertain, wavering. But after he sticks his hand in to test it, there is definitely warmth coming from seemingly nowhere, here. It's almost surreal.

"She can? Handy. Well, don't go too far out of your way to. It's only one piece of metal in the end. We have more." He taps the side of the boat. "We probably won't be using these ever again, so they serve us once more in being disassembled. Healing would be better. You don't seem to have any tools or medicine with you, though?"

There is! From her and now also from the girder and the ground around it. She walks wider circles.

"More sense to wait until unloading's done, case anything else falls, if you want her to," she agrees. "She won't mind though.

We have a bit. We were traveling, before we ended up here. But - some people where we're from can - do things differently."

"And... You can just do these things? It's not learnable, it's not a tool?"

"Hmm... Well. We'll be unloading for days. The plan is for us to get everything we can off our boat, leave a little supplies on the beach for the others, and hike inland to find the generator, and every other boat behind us does more or less the same."

"Not that we know of. Kind of a tool, but not the kind I can pick up and hand over. More the kind like your arm. Not quite, but closer."

Nod. "The generator? If it's not a secret."