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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Engine Room[hr][/center]

Lionel was working on putting out the fires stemming from the engines to the best of his abilities. Lionel was doubled over against the wall, head on the floor and looking at the door out of the engine room from in between his legs. His head throbbed with a cocktail of confusion, dizziness and a warm pain that ebbed and flowed. With a long groan and a long hard blink, Lionel shifted his weight, falling onto his left side before righting himself up onto his elderly rear end. He looked around the room until he spotted Gideon.

[color=9C6F6F]"I'll admit it. I was wrong about you. Remind me later to give you something for having to deal with this shit."[/color] Maybe it was the possible concussion he had just suffered, or the accumulated stress of the impending Alliance and gate-crashing Reavers, but Lionel was feeling rather charitably towards the kid he had days before strongly considered ejecting into The Black. Time would tell if this opinion would revert back to what it had been once rational thought processes resumed.