Going for higher ground, they might have gone canister happy, she replied and jerked her head to the ladder as she headed and climbed up it. The middle level was more for rooming and living on the boat than storage, so with her handgun, she started to comb over for any more tricks or surprises. Poking through, she found a palm pilot and beeped it on, scanning for anything like schedules or juicy details on who htey just knocked over.