After Ronnie gets back from rounds
Terra walked down the hallway to the security office, whistling a jaunty tune under her breath. She wasn't too concerned with the murders. Well, she was, but she figured if the murderers were going to kill her they were going to do it regardless of whether she was alone or not. She definitely wasn't waving her arms asking to be killed, but Terra also wasn't about to cower in her room in fear. Food was needed. Thankfully the kitchen staff hadn't all disappeared yet, and it was easy for her to sneak in and make some sandwiches. She would hate to annoy anyone, as overworked as everyone seemed to be on the ship. Terra knew cleanliness well enough, since she had worked at a bar and restaurant for the last few years and had lived there nearly her whole life. She had cleaned up after herself very nicely.
Now she was on her way to take Ronnie dinner. She'd packed a couple bags of chips, a couple cookies, and three sandwiches, turkey, ham, and roast beef. Terra wasn't too terribly picky, so she'd just eat whatever Ronnie left. She also had a couple water bottles for them to drink.
"Ron-nieee," she called, wiggling the two lunch bags and water bottles around so she could knock. The door was partway open and the light on, so Terra assumed that Ronnie was in there. Or it could be the murderer. Dang, what a waste of sandwiches that would be.