Grilling the Chef
Who: Sean, Kevin When: 11sies am Where: smoking area closest to the Galley
Sean found Kevin where he half expected to, the smoking area the man had apparently steaked out as his own while on duty. Sean took a deep breath and forced himself to reguard the other man as a potential source, not a potential friend. He hated having to make that shift, but lives were on the balance here. Molly's life was in danger as much as anyone else.
Sean approached and decided against leaning back against the rail. Maybe it was some deep seated superstition after all, but no need to deliberatly tempt fate.
"I suppose you've been told to keep a lid on any information you've gleened as to what's happening here." Sean ran a hand over his face. "There are at least three miraculous healings, including my niece, and a hell of a lot of dissapearances. We're cut off and apparently lost. I'd say we're taking it up the ass dry. I wanna know just how bad it is."