He nods to Murphy's assessment. "Yeah, probably." At least it's a lead; Firo was ready to take off with or without any sort of helpful direction. This narrows down their options considerably and more accurately than a quick session of eeny meeny miny moe.

Tapping his chin as he stares up at the ceiling, Firo wills his brain to work so he can narrow it down further. "I was just around the kitchen on deck 8. That one was already hit, too. Think we can write of the decks between this one and that one?" He folds his arms and sighs, "That still leaves us with a lotta options. Might as well just pick a random number."