It became sharply obvious as they made their escape back out into the hall and did their best to put considerable distance between themselves and the woman without drawing too much more attention from the passengers milling around, that they were doing a lot of running away for what was supposed to be a search for a murderer. As they rounded a corner, Tony abruptly slowed, giving a blind pat at Cayde's arm to draw him back as well with a wary eye turned down the hall, where he could see another footman lingering just past the bulkhead.

"No one else is freaking out," he hissed, glancing shiftily around for anyone that looked like they might be listening. "So either someone else is throwing people over the side, or no one else is being targeted. I don't think we're looking for more victims."