Carefully manning the tiller to keep even with the cross, Ambro observes the figure. I...don't like this. This place is too open. There could be anything behind that hill.
The craft pulls closer to the gravel shore, the slight waves of the river pulling the boat along. Ambro ties the tiller in place and ducks behind the supplies. Ambro begins shifting to Geass form, the pile of supplies hiding the glow as intended.
Ambro hides his shock-stick in the bands near his left hand. Grabbing a rope and anchor in the other, Ambro stands as if getting the anchor was his intention all along. Hopefully, that figure didn't see me shift. At the very least, he shouldn't be able to tell any difference in my clothes.