[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: Medical Bay ---> Gene's Shuttle ---> Jackson's Shuttle ---> Medical Bay[/center][hr][hr]As Anisa's voice filled the ship, Dorothy almost jumped for joy. Finally. There was something for her to do, something for her to help with, some action for her to take to avert the likelihood of death and destruction for her baby sister. Emergency packs had to be prepared for Jackson and Gene--that was a simple enough task, and one that Dorothy suspected wouldn't take her more than a minute. Saluting air, a habit she hadn't quite managed to kill from her time in the Alliance Military, Dorothy sprinted over to the cabinet. 

She tore open the doors, and grabbed two of the emergency kits she kept prepared. They were intended for use out on the field, in case she had to quite literally run to someone to keep them from dying, but they'd suit Jackson and Gene's purposes, Dorothy figured. The only real drawback was that neither of them had any medical skill, as far as Dorothy was aware. She grabbed the kits, and kicking the cabinet closed, made off on a mad dash to the shuttle pods.

Heading to Gene's shuttle pod first, Dorothy quickly handed off the emergency kit, and wished her friend good luck. She had a bad feeling about this entire mission, but Dorothy knew time was of the essence, and she couldn't do much more than smile at Gene. After dropping off the kit with her, Dorothy then sprinted over to Jackson's pod, wishing him good luck as well as she handed over the emergency kit. And once done, Dorothy returned to the medical bay, feeling a little less twitchy, but still fidgeting for work, for a chance to do anything to help her baby sister.