This felt like the opposite of running to Tony, who nonetheless reacted rapidly to brace himself against the door at the men that slammed themselves against it shortly thereafter, then flailed a hand out for the chair tucked against the desk to help wedge it against further intrusion. The state of the room otherwise was much less interesting to Tony than his impending arrest, convinced that this was the sort of society that would hang them, or maybe tar and feather them, while a murderer walked free to do it again, and maybe he was panicking a little bit.

Despite his wide eyes, he pointed past the bed, declaring, "Helm," then to the opposite wall to announce, "Cabin A." Up and down he was less sure, glancing and trying to make a calculation based on the illustration of the ship that made the map, and landed on, "Dining room?" for under their feet. It was big enough, the odds were good.