[Someone had
bombed his room, and if Phoenix were to hazard a guess, it would be to pin the blame on the woman who had threatened to kill him earlier and specifically mentioned bombs. He had no idea who she was or what she was capable of.
But his room had been bombed and his door was unlocked. That alone was enough to make him uneasy with the idea of going into his room just yet. It would need to be searched thoroughly, and by someone with more experience with explosives than he had. Who that might be, he did not yet know.
For now, though, he'd be avoiding his room. In fact, it would be best to stay on the move. The more he moved, the more difficult it would be to track him down, allowing him more time to come up with a plan.
And so he moves, from one deck to another, from room to room, warily keeping an eye out for anyone in the area. His shoulder blades itch. It feels like he is being watched.
Feel free to run into him!]
[ooc: Phoenix hunting season is open! Hinder or aid him as your character sees fit. Be warned, though: Phoenix's paranoia is not unjustified. Any and all threads are fair game to be violently interrupted. :3]