Cath snorted at the dream comment. Quoting Hamlet's third soliloquy seemed a bit melodramatic. Of course, so was praying to the saint of hopeless causes just yet. No, actually it wasn't. They needed Saint Jude's help right now. And any other saint who would offer their prayers.
"No, it just makes you look exhausted and frazzled, mate," he informed him. "If you need someone frightened into submission, I'll set Mae on them. Give her something to do." Sadly, he wasn't really joking. If he needed an enforcer, she was definitely who he was using.
Everyone needed looking after. Which was why so few volunteers was such a bloody issue. He just nodded, and let Sean sort out where to put his girls when he got some well needed sleep. He wasn't going on patrol until he'd rested. "Just get some rest," he said firmly. "Before you start hallucinating or going mad from it. That's the last bloody thing we need."
He nodded to Riffraff. "If you don't mind being a bit isolated from everyone else, I've no objections. We'll give you a walkie-talkie that'll keep you in contact with security. Somehow, I have feeling if you don't want anyone bothering you, they won't be able to."
Cath pulled out a map of C deck and pointed to the aft elevators. "I want all but the those two disabled, but not permanently. If one of them breaks down, we'll need the others. It'll be a bit inconvenient for people, but anything that makes it harder for people to move around easily makes it easier for us to keep tabs on them."
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you'd like, you can hang about for the security meeting I'm having," he told her. "That way we can coordinate things properly."