[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7vqb0cgl01rsy50k.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Crash Site[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy frowned, unconsciously straightening a bit. While she may have served in the Alliance army as a doctor, she still served in the military. Orders were orders, chain of command needed to be maintained, organization kept, records attended to, but above all else, they had to not be [i]stupid[/i]. Her nostrils flared as Genevieve and Daphne both suggested remaining behind, in order to keep Gideon and herself company while the repairs were finished. 

[color=4dffa6]"You two best get gone,"[/color] Dorothy advised sharply. [color=4dffa6]"This isn't a picnic. The Captain needs all personnel at the ship that can be. I won't hear the both of you remaining here--Gideon and I are more than capable of handling ourselves. Don't forget, I know how to do more than save a man."[/color]

Her facial features had become a bit rigid, though she had no notion that she was doing so. She folded her hands behind her back, staring Genevieve and Daphne down, in order to prompt them a bit more firmly to return to the ship. They needed the crew members back there, especially the pilot. If an emergency arose, they would be stranded without Daphne. And Genevieve didn't even cross Dorothy's mind as being competent in any sort of fight, the girl more of a girl than a woman to her. It was harsh, but Dorothy wasn't thinking as a friend. She was thinking as a soldier. 

[color=4dffa6]"We can arrange a rendez-vous point in case something happens,"[/color] Dorothy offered as well. [color=4dffa6]"But get back to the ship, before someone else gets shot."[/color]