As much as he’d hate to admit it, Joseph knew Rat wasn’t entirely wrong; Elissa shouldn’t be able to fight. These high society girls were placid, composed and delicate, they needed to be tended to, and that didn’t seem to be Elissa - [i]she’d lied perhaps, to save herself. Probably[/i]. She was dressed the part, but that didn’t necessarily mean a thing, perhaps she was a maid protecting the real Miss Bishop? That didn’t explain enough, though. In any case, Joseph had no clue how she had escaped her room - had Rat gotten in? Did Peter give him the keys? The boatswain had only just caught the captain’s attention when they heard the gunshot. He’d follow up with Peter later to find out exactly what transpired. 

Joseph lay Elissa on the bed, she was still unconscious; his own clothes were stained with her blood. The Captain grabbed a surgical rag from the stack and pressed it against her wound. He observed as the surgeon prepared his kit, Joseph nodded solemnly as he enquired about Elissa’s purpose. “I’ll stay” Joseph replied, “you might need an extra pair of hands for this one” he expressed - if Elissa awoke whilst the surgeon was treating her, he’d need someone to restrain her. 

“and she’ll need to stay with me” he sighed, “I can’t risk this a second time”, he wasn’t pleased about it, Elissa seemed to know him and that made him uncomfortable. This day was shaping up to be particularly stressful; they’d stop off somewhere soon, and once he’d figured what was what, he could cut Elissa loose there too if she was no use to him.