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[hr][b]Location:[/b] The Kitchen[hr][/center]
Lionel shot a look over at Atticus for his remarks about them being in dire need for help. Of course he was completely right about that, but you weren't supposed to just come out and say it. You had to soften it up, make them want to help you out without putting yourself in the vulnerable position of the other party knowing you needed help. That's how you end up getting ripped off. Whatever, Gene was going to help out anyways, so what did it matter in this case. That said, Lionel made a mental note in his head to not attempt negotiations with the preacher any time soon. And Gene went for the cleaning supplies, meaning that he would have to take care of the remainder of the cooking himself. The old man took in a deep breath and steeled himself for war. Time to get it over with already. Worst comes to worst, at least there'll still be tons more meat for later meals.

[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] Med Bay[/center][hr]
Carla wasn't really surprised at Jahosafat's reaction to the story, after all if you take away all the fanciful dressings of "survival mission on a wild jungle planet forced upon children by a shadow mercenary organization" the story simply boiled down to "I tripped and fell in a bad place at a bad time." The set up for the story made it out like it would be more than it was. The blood drawn, Carla rolled her sleeve back, hiding the burn scar in question before she stood up, slightly wobbly from the blood loss. She wasn't really sure what to do next, but her mission was to provide security for the doctor, so she supposed staying where she was would probably be the best choice for the moment.