The mojo woman reaches the deck in time to see de Mornay heading to the bridge.
She turns to head below, and spies another steamboat heading towards the Albert Hansell. The Hansell give a groan and a shake as black smoke billows fromn her pipes.
The mojo woman cringes as she feels a slight pain in her ass, and realizes it's just the "conscience" acting up again. Nothing to be bothered with now, there is work to be done.
She heads for the stairs in a cloud of swirling velvet......