Generally speaking, Daniela didn't put much stock in stories of missing people on the ship. She had spoken to enough crazy parents whose kids had ditched them and family members of senile old folks to know that most of these reports were just formalities to keep the cruise line from being sued. Wayward teenagers and Grandpa Mental Case always found their way back home without too much help from security. So though she had heard rumors and rumblings about a missing person or two when she had reported for duty earlier in the day, she really hadn't thought much of it. She was on the desk today, anyway, so if it was an exciting situation in need of serious investigation, she was better off not knowing about it.
At least not until now anyway.
"Well," said Daniela, feeling threatened somehow by the motley mob of angry people standing before her. "The officers on patrol duty will have more answers than I will," she explained, holding up a radio that she kept on her desk to keep in touch with the rest of the security staff. Pressing down the button on the side of her radio handset, she spoke clearly to any officer who might be listening, saying the codes and numbers that indicated she was seeking information on the current situation and that she needed an officer to call her in the office. Seconds later, the telephone rang.
She and one of the younger security officers chatted for a few moments, she nodded and made noises and gestures that indicated that she was listening carefully, even if she wasn't. Then, finally, she hung up the phone and turned back to Pip and the others. "You'll be happy to know that every other security officer on this damn ship knows of your situation and is currently searching for your various missing people. However, they want me to get statements from all of you in case you know something that can help. So draw straws or whatever you need to do to decide who goes first, but start talking." Daniela also hated taking statements. Particularly when it meant she was going to have no choice but to speak to Link. She wasn't planning to brighten her disposition even one iota for this unpleasantness.