Sure, Nozomi had gone to the Embassy for a bath. She might even do it again tomorrow. But she sure wasn't comfortable staying there overnight, even if it was technically supposed to be a part of Rokugan. Having spent most of the day about the ship, once evening falls, the small Shiba makes a space for herself on the aftdeck. Surrounding her are implements for writing, a wax tablet, and one or two scrolls, which she referrs to thoughtfully.
Pale eyes occasionally glance up with careful consideration to the sky.