[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/962ef59204a76e0ab5084dcb4f2e859a/tumblr_mtvrgesDaN1sjk6c2o3_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Shuttle headed to the Vengeance[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy hardly batted an eye, as Gideon attempted to show off his prowess, and the shuttle hardly moved. New recruits in the Alliance army had behaved exactly like that, and the new doctors were always the worst. They assumed that they were gods, that nothing could touch them, and they cowered when confronted with their own mortality. She suspected on some occasions new medics were purposefully given patients beyond the reach of modern medicine, in order to break them. 

[color=4dffa6]"I'm quite impressed,"[/color] Dorothy said, watching as Gideon rubbed his face. [color=4dffa6]"I assume there's a technical reason to rub your face and hit the console?"[/color] 

She smirked slightly, actually impressed as the shuttle rose. In medicine, hitting the patient didn't tend to fix problems, but perhaps engineering was just different that way. She made a mental note of [i]tough love[/i] as a prescription to treat mechanical failures, certain to remind Gideon of that next time he had to fix something on the ship, that all he had to do was hit it. But Dorothy didn't forget that Gideon was practically a child still. It was heartwarming to see his carefree innocence, void of the scars of war and loss. 

[color=4dffa6]"Gideon...Do you like mei-mei?"[/color] Dorothy asked cautiously, looking forward, rather than at the boy.