Katie sensed Kamishvii's doubt in her and, to be honest, she shared it.  She thought of herself as a half-decent stewardess and an above-average drinking buddy, but she shared Kamishvii's instinct that adult business like a murder investigation was much better left to square jawed Captains and feisty, hard bitten Navigators than to a 22-year old trolley dolly.  "I can take you to the Captain," she offered, "right after we catalogue the cabin.  It's a regulatory requirement, sir.  You understand."