[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/9042518d7c24481a867f4ff3124a900c/tumblr_inline_nm9ggmcXMP1rrrkde.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Med Bay[/center][hr][hr]Once the ragtag trio managed to stumble their way into the medical bay, Dorothy's heart sank. Her organized workplace was an epicenter of chaos. Anything in there that could have been useable was either broken or lost amidst the sea of medical supplies. She tried to keep the crestfallen look from her face, but it was easier for her to simply look away from Lionel and Gideon. 

Problem was, Gideon's condition seemed to be worse than she initially suspected. Dorothy hated it, sure, but the engineer had become almost entirely worthless. Without access to medical equipment she'd need to take scans, she wouldn't be able to do anything for Gideon. A dark thought entered her mind: Gideon could die. She didn't doubt that Lionel would abandon Gideon to save himself, and in her days with the Alliance, that decision would not have been unheard of. War required tough decisions. 

[color=4dffa6]"We need to get him to a proper facility,"[/color] Dorothy explained, pursing her lips. [color=4dffa6]"Without properly working equipment..."[/color] She didn't feel the need to finish that thought. Gideon might be feeling like a happy drunk, but she didn't want to give him any reason to worry. The Vengeance was in no condition to fly, and had the comms been on, Dorothy would have radioed it over to Anisa. [color=4dffa6]"Best be if Gideon gets on the Alliance vessel. They have the supplies I need there."[/color]