Percy is wearing a robe over what look like silk pajamas. As he speaks he moves a bit out into the corridor. He is holding onto the door with one hand and leaning against the door jam.

"Not to be a bother or anything, but would you mind..." he trails off looking a lot like a little boy with tousled hair right about now.

Bart sprints to the lounge but not finding the mouse, he charges to the passenger deck pausing long enough to pick up a shotgun and the mouse's pistol if it's in the locker.

Bart arrives to see Paris laying out a breakfast at the table in the passenger's lounge. Lord Percy, wearing a robe and pajamas is standing in the door of his cabin.

"...Good morning, Bartholemew," she smiled at him. "You're up early, and armed, no less, is there a problem?"

"He'll be eating in his room." he says shoving her pistol into her hand as he charges past.

The pistol disappeared into the waistband of Paris' skirt as she steped forward, an easy slide to her heel'd feet as she followed Bart, a neutral look on her face...

Bart stops abruptly just before the door and the passenger. Holding up three fingers as if counting he mouths at Lord Percy, Three, Two. Just before the last finger drops, his left hand snakes out to grab the lord roughly launching him across the hall. Bart dives through the door looking for a target.

Paris dived at Percy, her knee coming up to catch him in the back of his, intent on landing with her body atop his and interposing herself between him and anything that Bart might be bringing down...