Oh, right, other things. Like us being trapped on a demonic cruise ship, fighting for our lives.

[She reels back just a touch, like she might hit him again, but she thinks better of it. Instead, she gives him her best glare, tilting her head to one side. One hand moves to delicately grip him by the chin.]

Why don't we start with what on Earth had you so goddamn distracted that you didn't think to pass along that critical piece of info?