[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/962ef59204a76e0ab5084dcb4f2e859a/tumblr_mtvrgesDaN1sjk6c2o3_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Retribution Medical Bay ---> Retribution Conference Room[/center][hr][hr]If it had not been quite so easy to slip back into routine and manage an Alliance medical bay, Dorothy's mind perhaps would have been reeling from the events of that day. Her good friend, Camilla, had been murdered. An old friend, now estranged, had been killed as well. And then Jackson, the man who never quite trusted her, had joined the deceased too. There had been so much bloodshed, yet Dorothy could not postulate as to whether or not it had been unnecessary. Her mind was too focused on the tasks at hand--the care of the wounded. 

Gideon's condition was being improved, thankfully. Dorothy had taken the scans she needed and made the appropriate adjustments to treatment. Others with injuries were being tended to, and for a moment, Dorothy found herself at peace. The medical resources of the Alliance were impressive, and it did help that she already knew her way around the Alliance organization system for medical bays. She pulled her hair back, fixing the bun she had secured it in. The stress of the situation seemed to be dying down, allowing for tensions and rivalry to flare up again. 

Truthfully, Dorothy couldn't help but be slightly surprised about the outcome--with the Alliance ship under Browncoat control. It wasn't something that happened all too often--that the Alliance and the Browncoats set aside differences. The two sides hated each other traditionally. But here they were, with Anisa declared Captain, and an Alliance boy flying the ship. 

It was strange, to say the least. 

Dorothy did a quick check on all of the patients in the medical bay, with the ones in more serious conditions having their vital signs monitored by machines. For the moment, things seemed calm enough for her to head to the conference room and join the others in the meeting. She pocketed a communicator, and left instructions for someone to alert her with it if she was needed before the meeting ended. With that in order, she left the medical bay, and headed to the conference room, having already slipped back into her old military posture.