Trixie and Detective Gene stood watching from a distance as the salvage ponies raised the sunken ship. Having just pulled into port, nopony had been aboard. Trixie felt a little bad about sinking it, but nopony had to know it was her. Like Gene had said, he was out of his jurisdiction and would not report it. Berg, whose fault this whole mess arguably was, could take most of the blame.

No nutcase ever leaves the world without leaving a hole, if only a small one. With Berg dead, Trixie took a moment to think about him.

A moment passed. Finished thinking about him, she turned to Detective Gene. “Well, I should probably be going.”

“Wait, you aren’t broken up about this? It’s my understanding that this is kind of a sensitive topic with you.”

“I’m doing what I can to get over it.” Trixie tossed her head, indicating her extended hindquarters. She began hunting in her luggage for the antiradiation pills.

“And you aren’t too broken up about killing somepony?”

“Berg got what was coming to him, the prejudiced idiot.” Trixie found her drugs and took a dose. She felt herself shrinking back to four legs.

Gene frowned as he considered Trixie’s opinions. “Now, I’m just a cop with a talent for genetic testing, but I also dabble in psychology. It troubles me that you aren’t showing much emotional reaction to this.”

Trixie gave him a flat stare. “Should I? Do you want me to break down bawling over a bad guy down?”

“Well, I would at least expect you to feel a few qualms about it.” Gene shrugged.

“Berg didn’t.” Trixie turned away. “And even a lowly monster like me needn’t feel sorry for him.”

“Come on, you’re just…uh, different.”

Trixie gave Gene a raised eyebrow, but did not comment on his seeming lack of conviction. Gene tried again. “Look, I just think it’s not healthy.”

“You’re a cop, not a doctor,” Trixie reminded him. She packed up her things and headed for the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” he called.

Trixie hadn’t yet decided that, and just shrugged. She left the building.

The ship certainly wouldn’t be ready to take her home for quite a while. Maybe Trixie could book passage on another one. She might have to travel a little ways to get there, though. The city did not have a large network of docking stations. It really was not a pressing issue; she wasn’t in a hurry.

Walking down the street, Trixie tried to decide what else she could do while in Germaneigh. Nothing came to mind, and for that she was almost sad. Surely the whole country couldn’t be discriminatory mad scientists?

Glancing up, Trixie spotted an airship making its way towards the landing facility at the edge of the city. That sounded like a viable means of transportation, so she headed in that direction.

The facility was fairly new, as airship travel hadn’t been discovered until only recently and most ponies still couldn’t afford it. Trixie walked into the ticket office and perused the map of routes the company flew to, trying to decide on a destination.

The places were quite varied, and some of them were very remote. Going to far corners of Equestria sounded nice. But which one? And where to start? Trixie closed her eyes and pointed to a spot at random. It turned out to be Scoltland.

That really wasn’t very far from Germaneigh, but that was fine. They would likely have passenger liners there and Trixie could go home if she decided that she didn’t like airships.

After buying her ticket, Trixie waited a few minutes for the rest of the passengers to arrive. When it was time to board, they all went outside with an attendant.

The airship was long and shaped a bit like a cucumber. It had a pointier nose and fins on the back, though. A few propellers connected to steam engines were the source of motion. The big airship hovered just a few feet off the ground, waiting for the passengers.

Trixie paused and cocked her head in thought as she read the lettering on the nose. “What the heck is a Hindenburg?”