Emotionally drained or not, Rita sure as hell can't sleep after everything that's happened. Antsy, she wanders the ship, a nervous and agitated sort of energy that she gets every so often on this boat, at the horrors out of her control--and the feeling's only worse tonight.

She ends up on the sports deck, staring in the direction of the bridge...before she finds her attention sliding to the weird display, and tiredly heads towards it.

"What's with all thi--ugh, it's you," she groans when she recognizes Darcy's face. Great. As if she wasn't already tired enough, now there's the moody weirdo (thinks Rita, who is not at all a hypocrite or anything).