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	Things over at the crash site are about as calm as one can hope for currently. The sky is clear and Gideon is working as quickly as he can to fix the ship now that the Daphne and Gene have headed back to the ship. "Well I will give Gene this, she put the ship down as best she could considering the circumstances," he mutters as he comes out from under the console and looks over towards Dorothy. "The stablizers main drive went out, must have happened when we landed originally, though from the looks of things it was just waiting to go out. Patched through a temporary fix that should get us back to the Vengeance, but I will have to do some more work once we get there for a more permanent solution," he says as he climbs into the [i]driver[/i] seat. "Ready to head back?"

	In the Vengeance Camilla pretty much blows past anyone that gets in her way on her way back to her own quarters, shutting the door tight behind her before settling down on her bunk grumbling to herself. Looking over to the desk across of her bed she sighs as she spots a ring box. Out in the kitchen Atticus and Lionel are working on preparing up the horse meat they were able to get. Atticus cocking a brow as Daphne goes through to the kitchen to get bridge, wondering how things went but figuring it was best not to ask right then. Seeing Gene come into the kitchen he gives her a grin. [color=fff79a]"Well there you are, blessed be to god that you are back safe and sound. How bad off is your shuttle?"[/color] he asks as he flips over the meat that is cooking on the stove top, searing off each side of it and trying to be of whatever help he can be for Lionel right then. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=gray]Jahosafat Moreau[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://www.hippoquotes.com/img/wild-wild-west-artemus-gordon-quotes/smith.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=gray]Location:[/color][/b] Medical Bay[hr][/center]

	Jahosafat as gotten to work on drawing the blood from Williams arm ad stops for a moment as a question arises. [color=gray]"You know, I haven't the foggiest to where the doctor has gotten off to. I had asked the esteemed Mr. Coiffeur to fetch a few things for me down in the cargo bay, perhaps he was able to wrangle the good doctor to be of some assistance to him,"[/color] Jahosafat said in passing as he got back to work. Finishing up with William he gave the man a broad smile and nodded slightly. [color=gray]"Yes yes of course. Tend to your duties. Perhaps later on we can speak some more, perhaps over a rousing game of cards. I do so enjoy a good game of skill."[/color] 

	He noted the mesh sleeve that had to be given extra time to roll up but he made nothing of it as of yet, it wasn't unheard of for people to wear such things in this line of work and the man had just boarded the ship around the same time he had. Perhaps he just hadn't had a chance to change out of his more protective wear before take off. It had been a rather busy time since they all had boarded and with the minimal crew there was plenty of work to be had for each and every member of the crew. Over on the bridge a light was flashing on the console for the airlock, showing that a flush of atmo had occurred over in the bathroom that was currently out of order, the very reason the place had been shut down. The thing kept malfunctioning and dropping waste without proper precautions on its own.  

	Turning he directed his attention over towards Carla, still holding that same broad smile on his lips as he motioned for her to sit down. [color=gray]"Now, Ms. Lobo, could you please have a seat and I will get this over with as quickly and as painlessly as possible. It shouldn't take more than two shakes of a lambs wee tail to get you finished and back to whatever merriment you have planed for this evening,"[/color] he said in a rather optimistic voice as he readied another needle and several vials for the blood he needed to draw.