[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 Conference Room ---> Hallway Outside[/center][hr][hr]Anyone who knew Anisa would hardly have been surprised with her harsh scolding of Carla. To be frank, Dorothy was a bit surprised that the alliance assassin didn't seem to be able to read the situation, and understand the dynamics at play. The Alliance was ruthless and cutthroat, expecting skill and talent from their members--but apparently, that no longer applied to people skills, especially in tense situations. However, Dorothy did thank her lucky stars that Genevieve seemed to have quieted down. 

Overhearing Atticus attempting to get either a shave or a drink, Dorothy pursed her lips ever so slightly. While she truthfully didn't dislike the preacher--they were frenemies, in every sense of the word--his habits irritated her. Every time he went after alcohol, she saw only her father, and the life she had left behind on Boros. But before she could dwell on that line of thought too much, Anisa pulled her aside, before she had had a moment to leave the conference room. 

[color=4dffa6]"...Thank you, Captain,"[/color] Dorothy replied, her eyes wide. [color=4dffa6]"I'll do my best."[/color] She forced a smile, her mind consumed by shock for a moment. It was funny, how much time could change things. When Dorothy joined the Vengeance's crew, Anisa hadn't trusted her. But over time, they had become best friends. And now, after so much tragedy that day, she had been promoted to second in command. Nodding at Anisa as she left the conference room, Dorothy noticed the way Daphne seemed to be dragging her feet. 

[color=4dffa6]"Mei-mei, would you like to help me in the medical bay?"[/color] Dorothy offered. [color=4dffa6]"I can teach you a few things, if you'd like."[/color]