Cath listened quietly, nodding in agreement. "And given him ample time to cause a diversion or just wait until later to come back and dispose of him properly," he agreed.
Once again, this is what he would have done. Was all too easy, what with the level of panic the passengers and staff were starting to head for. One fire alarm pulled and nobody would be seeing anything, even if it was a false alarm.
"I'm wagering it was some sort of message," he suggested. "And it may not be remorse. It's tradition in a load of cultures to close the eyes of the dead or cover their faces. Might just be habit or he didn't want to look at his face." He knew he couldn't stand the staring, fixed eyes of a dead man. Was bloody eerie.
Cath shook his head. "With how few people are left onboard this ship, I'm hoping it's just one," he admitted wryly. "But I'm Irish, so I also bloody know better. Murphy's an utter bastard, especially when things are already grim as can be."
He took another drink of his coffee. "Likely they're connected somehow," he admitted. "Even if it's just someone gone batshit insane and killed in a rage. Perhaps that's why the bloke was dumped in the elevator. Panicked killing and they just dumped it someplace. How'd he die, anyways?"