Maybe Peter was just old-fashioned, but was it so much to ask for some sort of speaking order? Even introductions would have been preferable...
Rising to his feet, Peter suddenly felt very old. The session had tired him out -- all the chaos, the yelling, and pointing of fingers... And, try as he might, he couldn't help but feel his suggestions had been pointedly ignored by the majority of those present. While he didn't expect everyone to always listen to him, it would have been nice to know that his input had been taken under advisement.
It all made him a little red-faded with anger, an understandable reaction, in any case.
"I'll be in the Chapel," Peter said, voice level. "If someone would be so kind as to fetch me when you are through poking and prodding the body, I will do what I can to put his soul to rest. And, afterwards, I will do the same for his body."
It would be a simple burial at sea. Peter would have to see if he could find any relevant verses in his Book. "If anyone feels they need to talk, please feel free to come by." From this lot, he doubted he'd see a single one.
"In the meantime, I'll be praying that God have mercy on our souls." Their souls, specifically. After all, Peter was not condoning their little schemes.