"No. But I can't reach any of the engineering or top staff," Ronnie ran a hand through his hair. "I think the coms are working except nobody's answering. Unless that Res girl took them, maybe the walkie talkies are in the rooms too, but she said she only took the guns and tasers and pepper spray." He couldn't imagine why a girl would take 28 walkie talkies. Two, maybe, for her and her boyfriend, but 28?
He listened to Cath's plan for moving all the passengers and nodded. The clasps on the shoulder didn't bother him as much as they might have when he was one of more than a dozen security guards and felt he had a leg to stand on. It was the type of thing his father would do to show his approval and the thought was encouraging at the moment. "The intercom's working, I think. We could call all of the passengers to one of the stages to explain everything to them. I don't see the point in trying to hide that I'm the last security guard...."
He paused, then shook his head. "We can't forget there's a murderer around, though. I think if we move people into rooms we should try to get like, three to a room? So nobody's left alone with whoever it is who did... whatever to the guy."