[center][h1][color=EF5C86]Genevieve Dupoit[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center][color=EF5C86][b]Location:[/b][/color] Cargo Bay -> Med Bay[/center][hr]

It took time, but eventually the shootout in the Cargo Bay dissipated and the crew was all right, save for some wounds she knew their resident doctor would take care of. What bothered her was the fact she could do little to help except being back-up in case things got hairy. Perhaps she should ask the Captain or Jackson for firearm training. If the shooters would have gotten close to her, she would bet a month's salary she could have easily taken them down and disarmed them, but they had guns, more likely than not they weren't going to charge in this situation.

She saw the Preacher and Dorothy carrying the Captain to the Med Bay and decided to follow them, partially because she wanted to make sure the Captain was ok. She also wanted to talk to her.

As the two set Anisa down, she walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, [color=EF5C86]"Captain, I am relieved to see that you are all right, more or less,"[/color] she looked down at the wounds given, before returning her gaze, [color=EF5C86]"Though I know the answer, I will try again and ask that after this little ordeal you come see me and talk about this, if even for a minute or two, just to make sure you are ok. I know this isn't your first firefight, but even veterans need to sit down and talk. And before you ask no, I won't sleep with you unless I feel it would be beneficial. Just a talk, that's all."[/color] she smiled warmly, hoping the Captain would either accept or turn her down gently, as she has done so in the past. She made a mental note to offer the same to Camilla and. the others (though she was more worried about Camilla).