[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7c30410a707680df038506664046102b/tumblr_inline_nm8v38p5e81rrrkde.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: the Med Bay ---> Outside the Boy's Room/Cell[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy closed her eyes for a moment, letting her mind be still and quiet. As much as she loved organization and keeping things in their proper place, even the doctor was feeling a bit weary after the events of the day. Still, all that was required was a good bit of work, a mild bit of sweat, and then the medical bay would be restored to perfection. She moved over towards her instruments, separating them off for sterilization, when she heard muffled sounds coming from what she assumed to be Patience's lackey. 

[color=4dffa6]"Bie woo lohng,"[/color] Dorothy reminded herself, but her impulsive nature got the best of her. Her time in the Alliance military hadn't fixed that tendency, as much as she thought it would have. At least she didn't run off like Genevieve did, however. She wasn't nearly that far gone. Quietly stepping out of the medical bay, Dorothy peered around the corner. No one seemed to be around, and she frowned slightly, hearing the muffled noises continue. 

[color=4dffa6]"You best by dying in there to be making this big a fuss,"[/color] Dorothy warned, standing outside of the door. The way the boy was acting, she figured something was wrong. However, it wasn't like they kept pet reavers on the ship, and there weren't any stowaways, as far as she knew. For a brief moment, her fingers lingered over the door, before she curled her hand into a fist, and put it back down by her side. 

The boy was fine, she had seen to that. But now, he could be a wei shian dohn woo. She didn't want to deal with any sort of mess, no matter how injured he was. As long as he wasn't in need of medical attention, she decided to mind her own business, and leave him in the room. After what had happened to the Captain that day with Patience, the boy could stay quiet for a little bit. Dorothy certainly didn't want to have her head on a pike if she opened the door and the boy escaped. Anisa was, she figured, in a bad enough mood already.