[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/7ebdc343a240aab4da4df59fc262bab3/tumblr_muh78cb4Kb1qcu4mno2_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=8882be]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical ---> the Galley ---> Single Bottom (7): Fitz
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	Fitz was still just staring at Cyril in shock. He wasn't certain if the man was daft, deranged, or some combination of the two. There was a certain naiveness to him - which was saying something if Fitz noticed it, given that he himself was incredibly naive in comparison to the standard member of Anisa's crew. Cyril didn't seem to acknowledge Fitz's outburst and the timid engineer didn't even notice himself that he had said a complete sentence void of stammering. Uncertain of what else to do and with a socialized respect for medical authorities, Fitz followed Jahosafat up to the galley. 

	He observed, still stunned from the exclamation and staring slightly at Cyril, before he determined himself to be free of medical care as the doctor left with a strange blonde woman he hadn't met yet. He assumed that she had some connection to the naive and bumbling racist with the puppet. At the screaming, Fitz jumped and snapped out of the semi-dazed trance of confusion he had entered into. His heart began to pound furiously and he was regretting ever so slightly picking this ship. He doubted all ships were this crazy. He tapped his fingers incessantly, trying to calm himself down as he watched the fighting from a distance with horror. 

	[color=8882be]"Wh-wh-what?"[/color] Fitz mumbled, hearing Anisa's announcement and seeing her there in person. It wasn't a direct question to her - just shock at the turn of events. He didn't know what else to do and he went back onto the lower deck, heading for Daphne's room. He didn't know why he was going there - he was tapping his fingers on the side of his head as he went, his thoughts a blur he wasn't able to keep up with.