I don't know-- [Don't mind him, he's just going to sit down and hyperventilate and bury his head in the shadows, run his hands through his hair, try not to pull all his hair out. It's been a... stressful... few days.]

I thought I was the only one who could see him. [Did Harrow lie to him? He didn't lie to him about murdering pre-criminal children. He was a little bit mean but frankly everyone's been quite mean and no one wants to give Steven a break. Breathing out the first half of a long hooooooooooooooooosaaaaa, Steven swallows, licks his upper lip and runs his palms down the length of his thighs.]

Usually he just-- stands there and insults people or sends you off on a wee bit of a murder bender but I don't know where he's gone. Maybe he's- he's off to find his cow girlfriend or he's just preening in the corner or I don't know. I don't know. Maybe he's given up on us and talking to you instead. [Not that Steven would wish that upon anyone, but if what Marc said had any inkling of truth, he's just as abusive and selfish and manipulative and violent as the rest of the rotten lot.]

Do you think there's a um... [Steven tilts his head a bit, wringing his hands, not really able to make eye contact.] Security cameras? Or something? From when we got on the ship... until now. I didn't see any.