[b][center]Transport Repair Docks[/center][/b]

	Silvia stood there as the elevator doors closed and it made its way to her floor, once the doors opened she led the engineers that were helping to move Ailen into her quarters and directed them to set him down gently on the couch before thanking them for their help and escorting them out. The door sliding back into to place she pulled the locked out of her pocket and took a deep breath. “You did good Ailen, had you not been there we could have lost people tonight. Thank you for that,” she said as she slowly turned around. The expression on her face was anything but happy though yet there wasn’t anger in her features either; when she looked at him there was sadness. “Though next time you decide to manipulate a situation I suggest you chose people that are trained not to broadcast their thoughts when under stress,” she said quietly as she stepped over to him and rested the locket next to him, another drop of blood falling from her nose.

	Stepping away from him she wiped it away with her sleeve and looked at it, that’s when the anger set it. What she did to help him didn’t have to happen. He could have easily been taken to the infirmary but at the time she didn’t know that. She saw someone injured and pushed herself too far to help them, to help him. She had not known what had occurred until after she tended to his injuries; the engineers nervous over what she had done to help him made their thoughts broadcast the bribe and the hiding of the medic kit. “The reason I had you brought here is because you saved those workers down there,” she hissed. “So they would not see what happened next,” she continued in the same tone. “But if you ever manipulate another person in this Tower for your own personal gain or deceive me again I will have you transferred off world faster than I moved down there, do you fucking understand me?” she snapped.

	“Your ass is perfectly capable of getting its own damn dinner, now get out!” she yelled before she stormed off to her bedroom and the door slid shut.  Even though she was yelling and angry, the look of on her face was of hurt. “At least the Neanderthal was honest,” she muttered to herself; shaking her head slightly as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Had Ailen been anyone else she would have tore into him with much greater intensity, had he not saved the workers she would have fired him on the spot.  She couldn’t believe that he would twist a situation like that for attention. Silvia looked down at her hands, covered in grease, spotted with blood. Both Ailens and her own, closing her eyes she sighed deeply as her fingers slowly balls up into fists out of frustration. 

	Up in the Mor Craig watched the situation unfold and perked a brow when he saw the med kit get hidden. “Don’t do it man…” he whispered to himself and then groaned inwardly as he saw the engineer run off to get Silvia. Sitting there he watched Silvia move and heal Ailen, staring in disbelief at her speed. Zooming in he looked at her eyes and looked even more confused. What she did was things people kicked around in rumors but he had never seen it personally. As they moved Ailen to her quarters he sat back in his seat wondering what was going to happen behind closed doors since there were no security cameras in a Tower Leads personal space. [i]I hope she doesn’t find out,[/i] he thought to himself before going back to work.