Carolina had left the door unlocked like she'd promised, and perhaps that was as much of a cry for help as anything, because surely she wouldn't have expected York to stay quietly with Wash and then lock himself back into his room later. When had he ever been that obedient? There were no guards outside at least, but beyond the bunks, the hallways filled with mercenaries and a few Charon soldiers.

There were more guards outside the Trophy Room, fully armed and armoured and intent on their duty. Holographic lock to protect what was inside. It wouldn't be easy to get in.