Pamela was quite proud of her grand staircase. It was a wide open space stretching over 10 decks down to the hull line. The only other one to rival it was the one on her sister-ship Queen Mary 2. Pamela's heart ached at the thought of her. If she hadn't heard the news of the rogue wave yet she would by morning. Mary had been so proud when she'd been born. Happy to have another ocean liner plowing the waves. Now she was back being the only one.
Pamela stood by, leaning against the doorframe as Ramsey reunited with his daughter. Despite all the death around her and the fear she was no doubt feeling she kept her cool. She was a strong one, no wonder Christen wanted to marry her. And Ramsey was still clueless. She would've loved to see the look on his face when he found out. She turned to look a the other girl rescued. Elana was not as composed as Jennifer but she was hanging in there. They were both tough woman. Pamela felt sorry for the stowaway and briefly thought about telling her about Valentine. But she quickly decided against it. It would be best not to breed any division in the group. Well, any more than necessary she decided with a glare at Larry. The drunk gambler had gotten on her nerves the whole voyage and she had viciously hoped he'd been among the casualties. That he wasn't meant he'd certainly lived up to his nickname "Lucky Larry".
The group made their way back out, standing over the balcony where the open staircase loomed. There were no other routes up on this side which meant they'd have to cross. One option was to go around but that would take time and time was one thing they didn't have a whole lot of. Looking down she could see the water level rising at the bottom of the glass dome. Already it filled about 3 floors. They would have to cross and she think she saw a way to do that. When the ship rolled, some of the elevators along the sides came loose and crashed down on top of one another, forming a sort of bridge. They could walk across that. Conner and Maggie went first, the standard 'woman and children first' motto that Pamela adopted as part of her heritage but hoped she'd never have to use. Pamela went across, just managing to keep the kanmusu under control. Ramsey was gonna go next but Larry moved in front. Having taken a few swigs off his flask, he had gone from drunk to rip roaring drunk. When the floor, now the ceiling creaked Pamela knew what was coming next but had no time to say anything. But from the way Larry looked up, dumbly muttering "Who's shootin' at us" she decided she wouldn't have said anything anyways. People that stupid just deserved to die. One of the two main diesel electric engines that sat high up in the ship came crashing down. A stream of oil followed it. Sparks from stray electrical wires ignited the stream creating a spectacular vertical column of flame. The group was split in two.
Dylan went back inside and came out with a fire hose, leaping into the water in a manner that Pamela could only describe as "a perfect 10." He swam the whole way underwater, surfacing a floor below. The water was rising fast. Though the displacement of the engine had something to do with that. It couldn't be helped regardless and Pamela was the first to help Dylan to his feet after he reached their floor, hose in hand. Tying it off to create an improvised zip line, Ramsey and Jennifer were the first and last to try it out. But it worked perfectly. Pamela was the first to take charge once they were across. "We've wasted enough time, we need to keep moving." She growled, leading the way into the deck. She had an idea of how to go up from here but it was risky.