Maxwell hurries after Rebecca, talking as they go. "What else have you heard, you have to know something. Is this curable? Is there a way to... calm him down? Make him stop? If not, we need to get away from here. Or barricade the door, or find something to defend ourselves with. The guy's obviously completely insane, and it looks like he's been fighting already."

Maxwell glances around nervously. "How long do security usually take? Hell, will security even come? If the staff are roaming sick, are there any security?"

Realization washes over his face as he continues this line of thought.

"... how do we even know there's anyone still driving the ship?"