[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/d2178fdec45dec3b69c02c0b294b26dd/tumblr_mu28rfUjzD1sjk6c2o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Dining Room ---> Medical Bay[/center][hr][hr]Her hands were itching for a fight, whether it be against a foe or against the hand of death. A former army doctor, Dorothy understood that her greatest asset to the Vengeance was her medical knowledge. If something were to happen to her, Genevieve would insist that she could fill in, and the crew would bleed to death within minutes. However, it didn't make her feel any better. Grimacing, Dorothy wanted to be given a task to perform, rather than standing at the ready. 

As if it would somehow help, Dorothy readjusted the grip on her gun. Anisa's instructions went over the inner com, and her ears perked up, listening for her name. [i]Nothing.[/i] Her eyes darted around the room for a moment, watching as Camilla and Atticus dashed off, heading on some mission for Anisa. There was no reason for her to be standing in the dining room, and figuring that standing armed in the medical bay would suffice just as well, Dorothy left the room. 

By the time she arrived in her own domain, Dorothy felt slightly more at ease, but still just as isolated from making any true impact on their survival chances. The thought that her baby sister was in peril, and all she could do was stand ready for needles and gauze, brought her no comfort at all. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself and center herself. Once the fighting started, people would start going down. And her work would begin. 

She just had to wait and hope she wasn't needed.