Chelsea had been packing her things when she heard the door. Sean had said that it would be best if people moved down to a lower deck, and even if the rooms weren't as accessible, she couldn't argue with his logic. She figured Sean would want them close, so she wasn't worried about finding a room, he probably already had that under control. Putting down the car magazine she'd been momentarily distracted by, she headed to the door and opened it.
"Holy fuck!" she gasped when she saw Lisa. She looked like she'd gone 12 rounds with Mike Tyson. Her face grew a little red when she saw that the preacher had been the one to help Lisa back to the room. "Oh my g-oodness," she said, stopping herself before she swore more in front of Gregory. "Sweetie, what happened to you?!" She backed out of their way so they could get in. Her stomach dropped seeing her friend like this- broken leg, eye swollen shut, blood and bruises all over.