"The truth. That there's been one confirmed murder with a bladed weapon. That we have had no communication at all with the command crew in two days. I'd like to report the numbers of confirmed missing, in total. Like you said, no separating passengers and staff or crew. I'll offer the same advice most people are smart enough to already be going by. Stay in groups, go nowhere alone, if you have people you know as trust with your lives stick with them, if you're alone, try to stay in groups of three or four." Sean scrubbed at the back of his neck with his palm.
"Tell people there are a group of people who have shown cool heads and worthwhile judgment working together to try to keep us all as secure and protected as is humanly possible. Hopefully if they know someone is trying to help, and are attempting to be rational it will give 'em some small measure of hope to hold on to. I'll mention our hope to get people into one deck for easy defense."
Sean looked around the group. "Graham's death and that he was murdered with a bladed weapon is all I want officially announced. By now the witnesses will have talked. But too much information and details gives the killer an edge we don't need to hand him. You never give all the details. People have a need to know there's a killer to protect themselves. Knowing a blade was used might help them spot something unusual, or further guard themselves. Anything beyond that is information only we and the killer have. So for the sake of trying to catch this scumbag, please keep the rest under wraps for now."
Sean looked at Cath directly. "I'd also like to ask for volunteers to take turns on watch. Call in Res and see who we can actually trust with a gun, and who's willing to help but will be better off with pepper spray. I'm pretty sure you can help determine that."
Military and security experience was desperately needed now. Whatever Cath was now, he had the mind of a soldier, a tactician.