[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7vqb0cgl01rsy50k.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: The Dining Room ---> The Cargo Bay[/center][hr][hr][color=4dffa6]"Isn't that a sin?"[/color] Dorothy muttered, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, as Atticus swore quite religiously. She watched him head off, probably to go fetch another bible and attempt to hit any intruders with it. Nodding at the businessman, Dorothy rose to her feet, her own piece already on her. It was a habit from the military she couldn't shake. Going without it felt like being naked to her. 

Fortunately, it wasn't very far to get from the Dining Room to the Cargo Bay. It was practically a stone's throw away. Making her way down to the lower level, Dorothy kept her gun in her hands, the safety off. While conventional wisdom might have said to keep the doctor away from the line of fire, Dorothy didn't abide by those rules. Anisa was in some serious [i]f’n zse.[/i] No one, under any circumstances, was allowed to hurt the Captain if Dorothy had a say in the matter.

She watched as Jackson headed outside, able to pick out their conversation. It was Patience, then. Though, Dorothy didn't really need to hear that to know--it was [i]always[/i] Patience when something went amiss on Whitefall. It hardly made any sense to her that people continued to land here, with the way they were treated. Once again ignoring conventional wisdom, Dorothy walked down to the ramp, standing next to Jackson.

Impulse control wasn't one of her many virtues. 

[color=4dffa6]"Sorry I'm late,"[/color] Dorothy apologized, raising her own gun. [color=4dffa6]"These lads must realize this is tze sah ju yi."[/color]