[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7vqabF5Mr1rsy50k.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: The Dining Room[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy raised an eyebrow, not in confusion over the meaning of the words, but over why the Preacher decided to start things already today. [color=4dffa6]"Tell me more about your Earth-That-Was religion and your desperate need for others to believe in it,"[/color] Dorothy said sharply, watching as Atticus dealt out the cards. Accepting her cards, Dorothy held them with one hand, strumming her fingers against the table with the other. She sat with her back perfectly straight, as if an inspection could happen at any moment. Old habits die hard. 

She chuckled a bit, a soft smirk on her lips. [color=4dffa6]"Everything is in functioning order, thank you,"[/color] Dorothy commented, rearranging her own hand. [color=4dffa6]"And no, the day your last rights can do [i]anything[/i] for the dying is the day reavers put on suits and run a firm."[/color]

Clenching her hand in distaste, Dorothy attempted to shut out Wickett. Most days, he didn't bother her. He kept to himself and didn't cause too much of a fuss. But if there was anything that Dorothy truly despised, it was drunks. Shouting partnered with a half empty bottle of booze hardly endeared Wickett to her. [color=4dffa6]"Preacher, what's your book got to say about lurn shwei jah jwohn who need to gwon ni tze jee duh shr?"[/color] she asked, her temper rising a bit. 

Already in a bit of a sad mood from being reminded of her failures with Daphne, Dorothy continued to sour. Gideon was like a little brother to her, and while she didn't mind the crew complaining about his antics, she didn't see the businessman having a right to complain about things. [color=4dffa6]"If you really are this cross about things, perhaps you might want to stay here on Whitefall, away from Gideon?"[/color] Dorothy suggested sweetly, before returning her attention to her cards. 

She hated whiners. The crackle of the comm, however, caught her attention almost instantly. She looked up towards Preacher, and slowly, put her cards on the table. There was business to do, it seemed.