( ...yeah. yeah, she supposes that's fair. as well meant and accurate the sentiment had been, it didn't do much to detract from the what the fuck factor. if the worst scenario plays out and he's inevitably dragged up the stairs by the invisible hands of the shades, it'll hopefully at least be enough to offer some comfort then.

until then, best she can do is just sort of. shrug. )

I guess you could call it protocol. Friday's protocol, I mean. We're on a ship and it's a safety drill on how not to die in the stupidest ways.

( making it utterly unimportant, as it does nothing to instruct them how to avoid dying horribly at the hands of their fellow passengers. )