[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color] Medical Bay[/center][hr]

While Jackson was certainly not religious, there was something about the Preacher's awfully un-preacher-like words and tone which reassured Jackson to at least a small degree about Anisa. Jackson watched the woman closely, any particularly thoughts of a more useful action he could be taking disappearing as he watched his childhood friend carefully, only glancing away from her for a moment to watch Lionel and Genevieve as they came in.

However, as Dorothy spoke up in his direction, he shifted his attention toward the doctor. In a different and less pressing scenario, he might've taken a moment to remind everyone about chain of command, but when it came to a scenario like this, and especially when it came to the Med bay, Jackson would relent to the fact that Dorothy had ten times the authority he usually did. Giving her a firm nod, Jackson turned his gaze toward the door, able to see the man outside still resting on the couch, looking in. He wasn't sure how much the kid would know, but at the very least, Jackson could've used something to take his pain out on.

[color=D09A57][b]"Don't mind if I do."[/b][/color] Jackson said as he moved out, walking past Genevieve as she came out of Lionel's room. Moving toward the boy on the couch, Jackson smiled as he stood above him. [color=D09A57][b]"Now i'm sure you've seen that there vial the doctor's been flauntin' about - and i'm willin' to bet you know what's in it, eh?"[/b][/color] Smirking, Jackson didn't wait for an answer before bringing his leg up, firmly pushing his booted foot down against the boy's broken leg. [color=D09A57][b]"What is it? Poison or antidote?"[/b][/color]

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[center][h1][color=FF2F2F]Gregory Quinn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=FF2F2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Captains Office[/center][hr]

Listening quietly and carefully to Jahosafat as he spoke, Quinn made a note to keep any emotional response to anything which was said to himself. The involvement of Camilla in the mission complicated things severely, in Quinn's eyes he was already too emotionally compromised by that fact to effectively lead, but he said nothing on the matter. Instead he was reminded of his growing disenchantment with the Alliance, which only seemed to be heightened by the arrival of Jahosafat and his plans. Being snatched from his thoughts momentarily as the Doctor held the file in his direction, Quinn nodded as he took it, setting it down in the middle of his desk as he moved to stand.

Moving out after Jahosafat along with Foy, Quinn kept his hands clasped neatly behind his back as he moved through the halls along with the others. When they arrived at the Cargo bay itself, Quinn took a good long look over the crates which sat within, looking over each as simply their ominous nature seemed to unsettle the Captain. He hated being left out of the loop enough on its own, and even with the briefing he'd received he still felt out of the loop. Especially in regards to what was in these crates, even if he was soon to find out.

Watching as the two settled on a more physical option to move the crate, Quinn reached up to work off his Jacket. He may have carried himself like a traditional, snobby and polished naval officer of the Alliance, but at heart Quinn was and always would be a member of the Army. Adjusting the undershirt he had on, Quinn approached the two and picked up the free end of the crate with a firm grip, lifting it with relative ease with the assistance of the others. [color=FF2F2F][b]"Lead the way, Gentlemen."[/b][/color] He'd say, giving a nod toward Foy as if to affirm his suggestion.