The ruckus on the deck did not go unheard down in the rooms below. Grell's answer to Elissa's challenge. Having heard the message himself he knew that was the cause even before he made it topside to see the chaos being produced by the non-functional Nav. He shot a pointed look at Ban that instead of being accusatory held a measure of gratefulness to it. Wanting to help was one thing but rushing into the middle of a psychotic's vessel would be disastrously dangerous. Thank our hapless slacker for making sure that proved impossible.

"Elissa, enough."

The Grand Master spoke gently but not without a controlled measure of command as if he were speaking to one of his men that had gone too far.

"This will solve nothing."