The first thing she noticed was a kid. A Little kid gripping the bottom of the grand piano. He was maybe a few feet from her and his eyes were wide as saucers, terrified. Below, his mother was hysteric. Pamela had to act fast. "Do any of you have a tarp or a blanket or something?" She asked. Below, one man, Ramsey she remembered, understood. Finding one he and a few other people spread it out. Moving carefully, Pamela joined him on the underside of the piano. "What's your name kiddo?" She asked. "C-Conner ma'am." He replied. "Alright, Conner. You just hold onto me and you'll be okay. Alright?" She gathered him up in her arms. She took several deep breaths both to calm herself and to control her kanmusu side. The side that would make her weight too great for the tarp to hold. And being afraid would only entice it to come out. Confident now that she was relaxed, she held Conner as close to her as she could. "Please let this work." She prayed and jumped. The tarp caught them both and she relinquished Conner to his mother, receiving a helping hand to her feet from Ramsey.
Captain Bradford, his arm bloody and hastily bandaged, came up to them. Pamela straightened when she saw him. "All the men on the bridge are dead sir." She said. "I don't know how many other injuries there are but people are spread out all over the ship." "Are you alright?" He asked her. "No." She replied. "Which is why its imperative that we get as many people out of here as we can." "Most of the people here are injured, we can't move them." He said. "I know. And you must stay with them, I understand. But someone has to get topside and the only way to do that now is through the bow thrusters. I could lead a small group up to scout for more survivors." She suggested. "It's risky. You probably know better than I do what obstacles you'll come across." She grimaced, thinking of at least one they would deal with almost immediately after leaving here. But she held her ground. "Sir, this was to be my last voyage anyways. Let me finish it by saving some of my passengers." Bradford relented. "Take who you need and I know you know this but I'll say it anyway. Be careful!" He ordered. "I will sir." She replied. "Enough people have died tonight, I won't lose more if I can help it."
It was decided that Ramsey, Conner and his mother would join her. The submariner, Dylan and the architect Nelson as well. Waiter Valentine rounded out the group. Pamela knew her way around better than anyone else but it was a good idea to have a second crewman just in case. The group filed out through the watertight doors which would be closed behind them. There would be no going back. As Pamela stood in the doorway, she snapped a salute to her captain, then disappeared as the doors closed.