[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Shuttle[/center][hr]

Jackson let out a sigh as he listened to Genevieve. Even he was aware of how harsh he was on her from time to time, but he hardly ever apologized for it. He more made up for his cruel words in actions, protecting her from some of her more aggressive clients, criminals and the like. As she brought up the possibility of offering her services, Jackson let out a hearty and amused [color=D09A57][b]"Ha!"[/b][/color] Watching her as he shook his head.

[color=D09A57][b]"You'd be right, I would turn you down if you tried."[/b][/color] He said plainly, eyes never leaving the woman as he gave her an odd look, as if confused why she would even bother offering. Jackson figured he did understand why some people in his position might take up the offer as a stress reliever of sorts, but Jackson saw nothing but more stress in it. It would cause awkwardness and difficulty between members of the crew, and just generally be something more to concern his thoughts with. And of course, there was the fact he'd probably never live it down.

Letting out another sigh, Jackson shook his head, turning back toward the door and taking a step toward it, glancing back over his shoulder at her. [color=D09A57][b]"Well, I only wanted to let you know what was happening, if you need anything feel free to buzz the Captain or me."[/b][/color] He shrugged, glancing about her room one more time, he didn't really have a great deal to do now that they were stuck there, but Jackson had little desire to remain with Genevieve, half expecting her to start asking questions he avoided like the plague if he stuck around for too much longer.

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[center][h1][color=FF2F2F]Gregory Quinn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=FF2F2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Bridge -> Conference Room[/center][hr]

Glancing back down toward the bridge console as he heard the incoming hail, Quinn sighed as he brought it up, paying astute attention to the vid of Admiral Thorton. He gave her a prompt nod, grumbling somewhat under his breath. Quinn was somewhat tired of all the new transfers to his ship, he liked to serve with people he knew - new additions were only a headache. But as long as they did their job, it would be no issue, or so he hoped.

When he turned back around, Knochengeiger had just entered the bridge and was approaching him. The words strung another chord of irritation in the man, yet another delay. They were hardly under way and Quinn was already reaching the point of irritation, he may just have demoted the next person to come in and tell him they were stuck for a while longer for the hell of it at that point. [color=FF2F2F][b]"Then I will expect it in an hour, no more."[/b][/color] He commented plainly, the look Quinn gave the Doctor then could've killed a lesser ensign, although even the Captain knew it was not Friedrich's fault.

Quinn offered a sidelong glance to Carla as she spoke toward him, the irritation and impatience in him threatened to snap with a needlessly harsh reply, but he bit it down, making a note to meet here there as soon as he was done dealing with things on the bridge. Quinn turned to the pilot then, giving him a half-nod as he watched the man move off to settle himself, he may have been new but the man hadn't done anything to irritate him so far, that earned him a reprieve from cruel comments.

Quinn let out a frustrated sigh, having been about to leave the bridge when another individual stepped inside and approached him. Quinn gave the man a blank, rather expressionless look as he introduced himself. So this was their newest member. Quinn seemed unamused at the initial smalltalk. [color=FF2F2F][b]"None."[/b][/color] He assured the man plainly before listening to the rest of his explanation, reaching up to take the envelope. He did not bother to reply to the man, opening the envelope and peering through it, that was until he heard Camilla's name. The look Quinn gave him them was perhaps worse than the one he'd given Friedrich, as he walked away - Quinn half considered shooting the man in the back for even mentioning her. 

It only frustrated the Captain more, the man frustratedly crushing the envelope in his hand as he moved to leave the bridge, only looking back as Williams questioned him again. [color=FF2F2F][b]"An hour, or i'll shoot someone."[/b][/color] He snapped, moving out and down the halls toward the conference room, eager to get whatever it was Carla desired out of the way so he could lock himself away from all those he was loathing today.