[center][h1][color=D09A57]Jackson Tanner[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=D09A57][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside -> Anisa's Bunk[/center][hr]

Jackson heaved a sigh as he thought about Anisa's words, Camilla never would sit right with him, that was mostly something he'd come to accept, in his mind, when he looked at her he saw Quinn, he'd always see a part of the man in her, a part of her which chose that man above all else. The fact that she'd left him because of what he became didn't factor into it for Jackson, it might've been petty almost, but it was just how things were for Jackson, even if Anisa's words did make him pause and think.

He watched as Camilla made her way over to him, turning around then as he started to head back into the ship. [color=D09A57][b]"In her bunk."[/b][/color] He said plainly as he kept walking through the ship, assuming she'd follow close behind as he made his way back toward Anisa's cabin. There was a lot about this which bothered Jackson, everything that had come up so far just seemed like more and more bad luck to him, involving people he still didn't trust didn't make it easier.

As they got back to Anisa's room however, he climbed down the ladder and gave the Captain a nod. [color=D09A57][b]"Alright, let's just get this over with."[/b][/color] He said, keen to be done with whatever horrible omen he expected to be found in the box they had found.

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[center][h1][color=FF2F2F]Gregory Quinn[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=FF2F2F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Captain's Office[/center][hr]

Quinn looked through the file a fifth time, a sixth, again and again, he kept looking through it. Through the same pictures, the same lines of text that he knew so well he could've mouthed it all as he read. He'd seen such files before but it was almost warming to see it again, just to see any piece of Camilla, even if it was as mundane as a boring old file with older pictures of her and vague descriptions of her whereabouts and actions. He would absolutely have been lying if he'd said he didn't miss his fiancee, he did with every fiber of his being, however until then, he'd been essentially convinced he would die before he saw her again. It was still entirely possible that could happen.

Hearing the knock at the door he sighed, closing the file and setting it down as he called out. [color=FF2F2F][b]"Come in!."[/b][/color] As the door opened and he saw who it was, Quinn assumed what Jahosafat was here for, taking his jacket off and resting it over his chair as he began to roll up his sleeve, raising an eyebrow as the man spoke. While he almost appreciated the words which came from the doctor, there was a sting to them, it hurt to talk about her, after everything that had happened as he leaned forward, holding his arm out for the blood test as he spoke. [color=FF2F2F][b]"If it may be avoided, doctor, i'd rather my personal issues remain just that, personal."[/b][/color]