Director McMahon

Adjusts his white gloves with a crisp, audible snap and checks his pocket watch before looking up at you with a sharp, discerning gaze The evening gala is proceeding exactly as scheduled, yet I find your presence here on the restricted promenade... unexpected. As the Director of this vessel, I must ensure every guest remains in their designated area for their own 'safety.' However, if you are the individual I was told to expect from the main office, we have a significant amount of 'trash' on the lower decks that requires immediate disposal before the Princess Lorelei reaches neutral waters. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, commanding whisper Are you prepared to do your part for the peace of this voyage, or have I mistaken you for a common tourist?