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	[b][i][color=f26522]Captains Office Doorway[/color][/i][/b] - Anisa cocked a brow when Gene did not enter the room and decided to air everything right there in the middle of the hallway. She knew the woman was well trained, well she at least suspected she was. Anisa didn't have a clue what actually when into [i]Companion[/i] training but she had figured that it would at least involve a bit of tact; for example not airing everything in the middle of the hallway when it was a well known fact that Anisa was a private person. It made Anisa wonder just how much of this was because Gene needed to vent herself. For Anisa losing Camilla was just another body, Quinn dying was vengeance in it's purest form; yet the Captain knew that Camilla and Gene did speak from time to time, maybe they were closer than she had known. Gene was also known for keeping company with the Alliance folk, for all she knew Quinn had been a lover. 

	[color=f26522]"Listen, thanks and all that gorham hell but no. Maybe one day but right now I got a crew to take care of. Last thing any of y'all need is a blubbering pile of weeping emotions of a captain. So go, have some tea, meditate, and [i]Nama-stay[/i] out of my way for now,"[/color] she said in the captains usual blunt tone. Oh well, at least she wasn't yelling. That was a good thing right? Maybe it wasn't. The captain was known for yelling, not to be was out of character for her. Shaking her head she turned and stepped fully into her [i]new][/i] office and shut the door behind her, sealing it before Gene had a chance to respond. 

	Stepping over to the desk she sat down and looked her and Jackson's things that were dotting the room now. They had managed to box up and transport a fair amount of everyone's things before they took off from Whitefall. Anisa wasn't just going to leave Jackson's life there to rot or be ravaged by Reavers. Seeing his personals laying there she leaned back in her seat and rested her chin on the back of her hand. [color=f26522]"Damn it Jackson..."[/color]

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	[color=fff79a]"Ahh well the good Lord gave us the rainbow so that we could enjoy all the colors of the world, that includes all the Ma Jung Hwa we can think of,"[/color] he said giving a slight chuckle. Sitting back in the chair he gave a nod while Foy went on about his profession. The man seemed to truly love what he did. 

	[color=fff79a]"Nutin' wrong with sticking with traditional methods. Jesus was a carpenter. There is grace in workin' with ones hands. Mind you the closest thing I do that comes to such is either using my fingers to peruse the bible, playing a good hand of cards or makin' things explode but to each their own,"[/color] he said as he let Foy do his [i]thing[/i].

	Holding steady he looked over at Foy. [color=fff79a]'So tell me my good man, what places you on this vessel? You don't look like the type to go in guns a blazin' but then again, appearances can be deceiving. I dare say that this isn't an Alliance uniform I have ever seen. Granted, if that had been the dress code when I was Chaplain in the Alliance, I might not have defected."[/color]