Mike sulked, thinking about Casper. Casper who had been quite specific when she gave him the new coordinates and told him to get the ship off-course; Casper who had lain low during the first leg of the cruise, then vanished mysteriously just before everything on the ship failed and went to shit and started exploding.
Of course, in Mike's world it was a hell of a lot easier to point fingers than to take responsibility. He'd proven that time and time again, hadn't he?
"Look, stress out all you fuckin' want but whoever put us in here ain't gonna let us out because you throw a hissy," he muttered. "And I think there's a reason they got us separated out like this."