Kalinda doesn't look up from the face of the corpse as she speaks. She seems horrified and stunned. Like she's running through possibilities in her head.

"S-sir, Mr. Storms. You will address all officers as sir, regardless of gender. Doctor al-Aruni is busy with casualties right now. Including Mr. Ironblood. Sko - this man, will keep for the time being. It's a fine suggestion, getting the Pharasmin clergy to help us interrogate him. I'll tell the Captain."

"I heard it." The Captain calls over the crowd. "I agree we should question him. But, I think it might be too delicate to involve the Church of the Lady of Graves. Officers, make your way to my ready room after you've seen to your duties. Storms-as-he-Walks, Zephyr. You two as well." He sounds angry. Rageful, actually.

The Captain turns and storms into his cabin before roaring back, "AND BRING THAT DAMNED TRAITOROUS CORPSE WITH YOU!"