Ronnie had finally found his pants, and armed with a nice belt and his equipment he put on a sport's coat, his badge, and a good pair of sneakers and hurried out, eating a breakfast bar to satiate his hunger. He'd probably go down for a real breakfast after this meeting.
He wondered why Cath had sounded so upset on the net. At least, Ronnie thought he had. He wasn't even worried about the extra axes or securing them before they were stolen, too. But maybe he'd found something out about the murderer?
He frowned and made his way to the chapel, opening and stuffing the healthbar wrapper in his pocket, pausing to finish the last bite and swallow before he entered. Cath, Mae, and the priest.... he paused. This looked like an intervention. They weren't interventioning on him, were they? Did they have reason to? Unless they found all the booze in his cabin, he couldn't think of anything.
"Um... hey, Cath, Mae," he nodded to them respectfully and then froze, blinking owlishly at the holy man. "F...ather?" Was that the right term? What was he? Ronnie blinked, then shook his head, looking back at Cath. "What's going on? The rest of the security detail meeting here?"