Leto was just about out of patience. She appreciated Sean getting things back on track, but... this entire situation sat badly with her. They were going in circles, and in her opinion, dong it all wrong at that.
"Alright, here's the thing." she said, sighing. "This?" she began, gesturing around the room, "Is not why I'm here. Sean, I know you called this the think tank, but... sitting here and talking about our options all night is not what we need right now. Now is not the time to be political and try to figure out what's best. Telling people that there has been a murder in groups? Is an absolute joke. It is an awful idea, and I will have no part in it. One, we need everyone to be told at once, not only to see how people react, but..." she made a painfully frustrated face. "Who decides who has priority? Why does one group of people deserve to be told before another? You can't do things like that. People are already going to be mad enough that you decided they weren't a part of the think tank, or the leaders club, or whatever it is. They have to be told all at once, and I'm not going to sit around talking about how to do it. Nor am I going to stand here and discuss how to best handle every problem on the ship, because let's face it - there's too many to be covered in one day."
She looked around the room, and before anyone could speak up, she continued on. "In my line of work you don't discuss what needs to be done, you do it. There is a murderer on this ship, that qualifies us as being in an emergency situation, and if I had known what was to come in this meeting, I would have told the entire ship what happened myself last night. As it is, I'm going to do it now, on Graham's computer, which is the first thing we should have done anyway. Cath, Kevin, you both said you could handle Ronnie, so handle him. I'll work on getting keys, the men can work on securing the weapons, and when I'm willing to release the body, I leave it to the men of God to arrange a proper funeral. If anyone has any other ideas of what to do, write them down, and we need to call a ship-wide meeting as soon as possible. And once all of that is done, you can play Tribal Council until the sun falls from the sky, for all I care. With all due respect, every minute we sit here talking about the problems is another possible wound I'm going to have to hope I can fix. If anyone is ready for action as opposed to P. C. discussion, I'm all for it. Otherwise, I have work to do." That said, she headed for what she presumed to be the bedroom door, to hunt down Graham's computer.