<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid – Experiencing a WTF moment of dread – Helm=-</strong></div><br/>Vincent stared at the intercom wide eyed for an instant as his heart froze in his chest. That nickname was almost exclusively used by Mae, but that was definitely not Mae’s voice over the intercom. In fact, he had no idea who was aboard the ship that had both the effeminate voice he heard and the ability to use said intercom aside from Mae. Once that fraction of a second had passed, the copilot bolted from his chair in a dead sprint towards stateroom two. It had been a good thing the autopilot was engaged before he proceeded with his daydreaming, because he didn’t give it so much as a second thought once he was moving. Though there was no apparent notion of danger behind the voice that summoned him, he felt a keen sense of dread that only gave his feet wings. Time seemed to move at a snail’s pace as adrenaline surged through him in a desperate need to be there for his girlfriend. To make sure she was safe first and foremost. He found himself thankful the he had not yet bothered to disarm himself.<br/><br/>As he ran down the corridor towards the stairway, some part of him could hear the running water coming from the shower that cut out by the time he had neared. Griff clearly had come to the same conclusion he had and would not be far behind.<strong>”Meet me down there!”</strong>He said through the closed door as he past, letting Griff know he was already in motion and had no intention on waiting. Vincent all but threw himself down the stairs, taking the entire flight in two large bounds that used the handrails to guide his vault from the mid-landing then to the deck proper. As he made his way towards the hallway containing the temporary quarters, Vincent’s hand rested on the handle of his pistol and poised to leap from its holster. Though he was beyond desperate to reunite with Mae, he was not foolish enough to see the risk of ambush that awaited him in the doorway lines hall. With his free hand he opened the first door on his left. Empty. Then he went to the one on his right. There was a… unfamiliar woman in a toga there. Unarmed and non-menacing. Not Mae. He moved on to the second door on his left. Empty. The door to his right was empty and in there lay a bloodied man in an unconscious heap with his pants partially lowered. There was a flash of dread and seething rage, but he did not allow his gaze to linger on the neutralized threat for more than a heartbeat before continuing his search to the bundle of sheets and…<strong>”Mae!”</strong><br/><br/>Even a blind man would have been able to see the duress that hung over her like a lead blanket. Without a second thought about his sidearm, the unconscious man, or the strange woman Vincent went to Mae and scooped her up from the bed blanket an all. His first priority was to get Mae somewhere safe. Griff could handle the rest. With the love of his life cradled in his arms, her face seeking refuge in the side of his neck, Vincent made his way out of the room and through the hallway. He cast one more glance at the Clementia as he walked by the doorway.<strong>”Thank you.”</strong>He said, but before he could make his way past the opening, he saw Griff approaching. Much to his surprise, the man actually sported a towel this time.<strong>”There’s a Roman Goddess in this room and an unconscious man in room two.”</strong>Vincent leaned his cheek against Mae's to let her know he was now speaking to her.<strong>"Hey, love."</strong>He said in a soft, almost whispered voice.<strong>"Would you mind telling us what happened so we don't jump to any conclusions?"</strong>