Ronnie had found the fourteen guns, ust like Res had found the others, and could only curse his coworkers for being stupid enough to bring them to their rooms. Still, he'd had his all night, but that was because his night had gone unexpectedly and he'd not made it out of his uniform, technically.
Still, finding all of their gear was disheartening, and after he'd locked it up he'd pulled out the ship maps again, struggling to find a deck that would be safe enough for everybody to stay on. None of them seemed more defensible than the others, but if this is what he had to do to help, he'd do it.
At the knock he looked up, and at the voice he smiled. "Terra?" he called hopefully. She would brighten his day. Just thinking about her brightened his day. "C'mon in, beautiful, the party's drag without you."