Sean sighed but he wasn't going to be like the crew. "I don't want a panic starting. I think people should know, but they should learn more one on one, not in a crowd feeding off each other's fear." That ought to let them brace themselves.
"There are more missing than most realize. A good number of medical staff have dissapeared and some of the other crew. We had at least two more passangers go missing this morning. The officers are keeping things hushed up. Likly trying to avoid a panic. But once people realize they aren't coming clean faith in them will be shot to hell." Seanmet both Emily's and Gregory's eyes in turn.
"You aren't going to go away, too, are you?" Molly looked at him, fear back in her eyes.
"Not if I can help it, sweepea." He saw her scooch her chair closer and he clasped her hand under the table, sending as much reassurance as he could.
He turned back to their luch partners. "I suggest not going anywhere alone, even to travel the halls. Stick to popular areas. Logical precautions... as illogical as this is. I don't know if we're looking at a human cause or what. There's bound to be an explination, but right now the only one I can come up with is looking a bit thin."
Molly started to hum softly beside him. "This song always makes me feel better. Like a hug." She smiled to the others.
Sean frowned. The background music was wordless, and something he was unfamilar with. With Molly, song could very well mean any music. But what she hummed wasn't the same as the canned stuff.
"As long as it helps." She once saw butterflies in January. Crossed wires, his da called it. Memories placing themselves wrong.
"Praying helps. The tree dunks people. Or he used to, right? We're all a bunch of fleeced sheep here." Molly spoke cheerily enough, but her eyes still held a bit of fear.