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

As things began to settle down a bit, Tom finally allowed himself a little relaxation, he didn't interfere with anyone's work in the MOR, mostly just sticking around to keep an eye on Silvia as he stuck by the elevator, doing a whole lot of nothing. It might have been unexciting, and generally uninteresting, but the lack of anything to do was, in Tom's mind, far better than the drama and difficulties which he'd otherwise been facing throughout essentially the entire day.

The ship coming from Earth helped a great deal, the extra crew and supplies would make things a whole lot easier after the drama of the day. He took some time to introduce himself to the security specialist, but didn't keep him long before he let him go to speak with Silvia, he knew the man was mostly here for her, after all. Tom remained where he was, silent and merely watching most of the crew on the MOR as they worked, waiting for something to come up to pull him away on some other duty. It didn't take too long.

He was eventually called up and informed that Tristan was awake, letting out a sigh as he moved toward the elevator. He didn't exactly expect Silvia to do something drastic without him there to watch her, he was trying to avoid any bias, but he was already more on her side in the whole scenario. As he stood in the elevator, he took up his PDA and looked back through the camera feed of the incident between Tristan and Silvia, making a mental note of everything before he finally got down to the medical bay. He gave Crisna a nod and a roll of his eyes as he moved out of the elevator, heading toward Tristan's room and moving past his guards as he shifted inside, glancing over to the Empath and Tristan. 

[b][color=0D6D83]"How's your head, Debute?"[/color][/b]