[center][h1][color=EF5C86]Genevieve Dupoit[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center][color=EF5C86][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outer Hallway -> Conference Room[/center][hr]

She half expected Anisa to be in one of her moods, but was pleasantly surprised at how calm she was being.

[color=EF5C86]"I just wanted to see how you were doing."[/color] She held up a hand, [color=EF5C86]"You are going to say you are fine, and you may be right, but we should talk about what happened. The human mind is a tricky thing and recent events don't help it much. We just lost Camilla and Jackson and, though I hardly knew him and you didn't like him, we lost Quinn too. On top of that, we have the Reavers on our tail, plus your added information about what the Alliance wants to do with them, and it can all be a bit much."

"I know you don't fancy my profession, but I am a member of your crew and I hold you to the highest regard. If you would like to sit down and hash it out, I welcome it. We can do it however you want. You can yell, scream, throw things around. Or we can relax over a drink and chat. Either way, we should make time. I don't say this just because it's my job, but because I care about you and your well-being. You are taking a lot on your shoulders and it's a long road ahead."[/color] She let that last sentence rest there as she waited for her Captain's reply.