"Minibar's there, Cathair. Help yourself." Sean pointed to the stash of small bottles.
Sean faced Leto. "You have to also consider, if we broke into rooms, the locks would be useless, so people wouldn't even have that defense. It is something to put on the table, however." In fact, if everyone was together they could actually set up guard shifts. If anyone would volunteer. Sean hadn't seen a single security person today. He actually looked for the five men who helped section off the elevator and move the body into the only cold box the ship had.
Sean looked from person to person. "This is Kevin Blackthorn, Chef de Cuisine on this little ship of dreams, and Leto Wood, the R.N. doing the job of an entire medical staff while trying to be there for her little boy. This is Cathair Delaney, our librarian and Father Peter Fitzpatrick ship's clergy." He made introductions around the room.