Oh, he liked this girl. She was brilliant. Cath chuckled and shook his head, no better at hiding how impressed or amused he was than her boyfriend.
"Fuck me, love, that's brilliant," he agreed aloud. "And yes, there needs to be some sort of panic button. Especially with the blind woman and the girl in the wheelchair."
He drug over a list, adjusting his glasses. "We've nine people who can handle a gun decently who've stepped forward. That's not enough, so we'll have to see how many people aren't stupid and move to A and B decks before we start assigning guards and times. A written log is a must, especially in the event this boat is found and we're all dead or gone." No point in mincing words. It was a possibility.
Tossing the list to Res, he looked between them. "There's two fire axes missing. They need to be found as soon as possible. I'm about to agree with Ronnie and call a room by room check. I don't want these fools arming themselves and accidentally hurting someone. We've enough to do without that."