[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/57c24aa222de53ecaf31b0fa3681f749/tumblr_ojcg3uVhes1w20ye2o1_r3_400.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Medical Bay[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy nodded as her sister left, not having realized that Daphne didn't want Dorothy's protection. But to Dorothy, it had been a practical matter. With the Alliance on the ship outnumbering the Browncoats two to one, they couldn't afford to let their guard drop. If any one on board attempted to harm her sister, Dorothy'd give them hell. It's what sisters were for. 

Stepping away from the door, Dorothy headed back over to work, sorting through the medical files of the crew and those in the infirmary. She couldn't help but wonder when that other doctor would poke his head into the medical bay, but she figured that he wasn't that much of a doctor at the end of the day. After checking and double checking the files, Dorothy sat down at the small desk, and stared at her hands for a moment. Quinn, Camilla, Jackson. All of them had been her friends. 

During the first war, Dorothy had known loss. Some of the men and women in her unit never returned home. She had dealt with that baggage before, compartmentalized it, and did her very best as a doctor to prevent further bloodshed. She did her same with the Browncoats--she tended to injuries and to wounds, as best as she could. And her friends had died all the same. Smiling a bit wearily to herself, Dorothy attempted to make herself busy, performing any tasks that she needed to in the medical bay. Anything to distract herself.