"We still have security?" Pyrrhus asked no one in particular as he half-listened, half-watched the dog straining against its owner. He'd seen this woman around a few times at the ship-wide meetings. She was a nice enough lady, he supposed, but not really the type who should be in charge. Ignoring her, he climbed up onto the railing and began examining the lifeboats. He'd spent enough time among them, he figured he could probably figure out how they'd worked pretty quickly.