[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color] Medical Bay[/center][hr]

Watching Anisa closely as she gave him that look, he gently took her hand in his own, giving it a firm squeeze as if to confirm that she was actually going to be alright as he slowly helped her up. He knew she hated being on a medical bed but he also knew full well if she wasn't fit enough to be up she wouldn't be trying to get up in the first place. Lifting her up onto her feet, he slowly let go of her hand, lowering his own down as he set his hands on his belt, looking over those present for a moment before Anisa turned back toward him.

It took him a moment or two to recall everything that'd gone on, it'd been a frantic period of time since the shoot out. [color=D09A57][b]"Well to start out, that boy ain't gettin' back to patience to deliver your message, got a broken leg from the horse you dropped on him."[/b][/color] He motioned out the door towards the kid still on the couch, and still stained with his own vomit after he'd puked on Jackson's foot.

[color=D09A57][b]"Daphne and Gideon've head down into the mines to look for anythin' useful for repairs, haven't heard back from 'em yet but they ain't been gone too long."[/b][/color] He continued, attempting to recall if there was anything more but it all slipped his mind for a moment or two. [color=D09A57][b]"Oh, and 'fore I forget, 'parently there's a blade in Brutus' boot what'll stick you with more of that poison so, you'd best steer clear."[/b][/color]

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[center][h1][color=FF2F2F]Gregory Quinn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=FF2F2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Lounge (Sealed Off)[/center][hr]

Quinn made no effort to holster his side arm, keeping it up and aimed at the body as he watched Jahosafat. Something irritated Quinn far more about the man now than it had prior, perhaps it was how relaxed he was. The words he used were, considerably worse. [i]Harness[/i]. Was Moreau, was the Alliance in general, really trying to think of a way to use the Reavers? To turn them into some kind of weapon to put the Independents down and keep people in line? Quinn forced himself to keep any comment he had on the man's words to himself, not letting anything slip just yet as he stood there.

[color=FF2F2F][b]"Blood samples will be supplied, doctor, but if you don't mind me asking..."[/b][/color] He glanced down to the body, weapon still aimed carefully at its head. [color=FF2F2F][b]"How else do you plan on storing R142A? I would prefer it not to be simply left like this in the middle of my lounge."[/b][/color] He commented before gazing back to Moreau, if he knew that it would have been against orders from higher-up, the man would've simply airlocked 'Jayne'. Having a reaver aboard his ship was not something that Quinn was particularly excited about.