[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0D6D83]Tom Fisher[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Tristan's Quarters --> The Main Operating Room[/center][hr][hr]

Watching as the mug flew toward himself and Silvia, Tom barely reacted before it was caught by the new T1 he was with and flung back toward Tristan. As Tristan screeched at the young woman and she began to spout regulation, Tom brought his PDA up to his eyes. Following through with Tryke's request, he ordered four of his men to head down and listen to Tryke for whatever she needed help with. He listened to Silvia's little speech as he did this, making mental notes and confirming that what she was saying was in fact true, it all was, though he didn't even imagine Tristan was entirely aware of that.

Glancing up as she stopped speaking, Tom tucked his PDA away and watched Tristan as his fingers moved, more as a warning than anything, he set his hands on his belt and tapped the cuffs resting on them, flashing Tristan a winning and horrendously smug smile to go with it as Silvia stepped up. He didn't expect the situation to escalate, Tristan might have been a douchebag but he wasn't a complete idiot, he only seemed like it because he thought the world revolved around his ego and not the sun. Watching as Tristan moved to stand and stormed off, Tom looked back down at Silvia as she spoke and moved past him, giving her a nod.

[color=0D6D83]"You're a dickhead, Debute."[/color] He called out for good measure before turning around and heading back out toward the elevator. As he moved into it and set the elevator to head down to the MoR, he glanced over, finally noticing the blood seeping through her suit. [color=0D6D83]"Do you need a doctor? I'll send one up to the MoR if you don't want to head down to the infirmary."[/color] He offered with a half-smile, mostly trying to be as helpful as possible. She had put Tristan in his place, and for now that had at the very least earned Silvia a spot in Tom's good books, he just hoped she'd stay there.

As they got out of the elevator and moved out into the MoR, Tom cleared his throat as he spoke up. [color=0D6D83]"Everyone, this is the new T-1, Silvia Adenias, she's working the MoR for the next fifty-six hours, and she just made Tristan have a fit, so treat her well."[/color] He smiled, glancing back at Silvia. [color=0D6D83]"Let me know if you need any help."[/color] He said before moving over to Craig, leaving her be to do as she would. [color=0D6D83]"How're the repairs looking?"[/color]