Macauley turned around and sucked in his breath, biting down on his bottom lip for a moment.  Well.  That was<em>somewhat</em>better, but right now the crew jumpsuit was doing its level best to remind him that Shorty didn't have curves like that.  Shaking it off for a moment, he unlocked the door and lead Mari out into the passageway and down a ladder into the aft bunkroom.  Fortunately, the bunkroom was divided into compartments of about six bunks by watertight doors as a precaution against flooding, so it had been relatively simple to clear out the compartment nearest to aft storage.  The bunks weren't made up and still showed signs of being hastily cleared out before having piles of suitcases, handbags, and boxes dumped on them, but at least it let them get a few locked doors between the ladies and the rest of the crew.  For all the good it might do.  Macauley gestured at one of the bunks, turning to Mari.<br/><br/>"I think that's your gear.  It won't be much, but you can set yourself up a place with those blankets.  When you're ready, go back outside to the ladder and take it up two decks- two floors.  That'll take you to the Control Room, and we'll see how you do."  Macauley turned to go.  He knew he was taking a calculated risk here, because there was nothing to stop her from running again.  But he wasn't going to be able to watch her every minute either, which meant he'd have to figure out sooner or later how far he could trust her.  Best to do it now, before they started playing Hide and Seek in the Barents Sea.