"It's up here, it's got to be, this whole thing is spectacle so--" Tony insisted, keeping one hand on Cayde to keep pushing him along even as he turned to press his nose to the nearest window to try to see some kind of helm out on the deck, like a proper sailing vessel, and they were just very distracted by the corpse when they were out there.

"That's them," the familiar voice was suddenly back, venomous and smug, down the hall where they came from. The woman was standing there just as casually, flanked by two more people in the ship's uniform like the footman, though these ones looked a little more clear-eyed and attentive. And they looked about to attend to the capture of a couple of people who threw bodies over the side of boats.