"Strip poker game, darlin'," she corrected with a quirk of her brows and purse of her lips. Then she laughed and tapped her cigarette on the makeshift ashtray. "And really, why the hell not? We're probably fucked. Might as well make the best of it before we go down."
Not that Maddie planned to go down quietly. There just wasn't anything to fight yet, since the fuckers weren't showing themselves. Cowards.
"Fuck, first time in my life I end up being the damsel in distress and get rescued by a rock star even, and no damned pen. This is officially the cruise to hell," she joked wryly. "I'll take a rain check though. Getting my boobs signed by a celebrity just got on my list of things to do before I die."
Maddie sobered at his observation. "No word from the Captain, even though they have to know that we're passing messages about the disappearances and getting damned close to panicking. I'm surprised nobody's purposely tossed themselves over the railings yet. Can't blame 'em if they do."