[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/dde661389331ea75740a4e6657bc0212/tumblr_inline_nm9gdxOF3y1rrrkde.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Crash Site[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy nodded, a bit pleased with Gene had managed to not destroy the shuttle. Perhaps she should have given the girl a little more credit, many would have done worse in an identical situation. The very fact that Gideon was able to patch it up so quickly was a testimony to Gene's skills--taking into mind, of course, the behavior that caused the companion to rush off the ship so quickly. Resolving finally to just let the Captain deal with the girl, Dorothy felt the weight on her shoulders lift slightly. Perhaps if Gene insisted on giving medical treatment, she'd teach the girl actual medicine--but for now, she'd let the Captain try to get through to the blonde. 

[color=4dffa6]"No, I think I'm going to examine the different types of dirt here,"[/color] Dorothy quipped, smirking slightly as she climbed into the seat next to Gideon. She raised an eyebrow at him driving, hoping that he knew what he was doing. With both the mechanic and the doctor out of commission, the crew would be put in a tight spot. [color=4dffa6]"Please don't kill us. I don't have time to die today."[/color]

She rolled her shoulders slightly, trying to consciously let out the tension in them. She knew that it was a habit of hers, but it was one she had a hard time shaking off. Forcing a bit of a smile, she looked ahead, half expecting to see Patience ride up with her goons. In her experience, times of peace and quiet never lasted long. And once they ended, there would be plenty of people in need of her assistance. And if they were particularly unlucky, they would be in need of Preacher's aid as well.