[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/dde661389331ea75740a4e6657bc0212/tumblr_inline_nm9gdxOF3y1rrrkde.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: the Bridge[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy sighed slightly, pinching the bridge of her nose. She was an impulsive person by nature, and combined with the stress of the day, she had made a small mistake. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel immensely irritated with Harper. Sure, she may have made a gorrham mistake--but [i]he[/i] was the one insulting her little sister's skills and talents. Her more tactful nature could slip away--as it certainly did then--when it comes to Daphne. 

Of course, she wasn't sure whether or not to tell her sister about her opinions of Harper. On one hand, he was (as far as Dorothy was concerned) just another cog in the Alliance machine, and likely to be thrown off at the next port with the rest of the Alliance crew. But then again, since Daphne had to work with him, her being belligerent and biased towards him likely wasn't the best. Overall, Dorothy was irritated with the man--if the Browncoats were such rubbish, then why did the Alliance even bother? She had served with the Alliance before and she never found an excuse to underestimate the rebels. It was a foolish attitude in her book. 

[color=#4dffa6]"Nothing we can't handle,"[/color] Dorothy finally answered. [color=#4dffa6]"The pilot strikes me as a bit of a huen dahn, if I'm to be honest..."[/color]

She glanced at the controls and such on the bridge, before recalling that Anisa had asked her to do something else. She knew that her sister could be moody and pretend to be more capable than she really was. [color=#4dffa6]"How's the ship, by the way? She handle okay and everythin'?"[/color] Dorothy asked, hoping that Daphne really was confident in using the ship, and wasn't just pulling a stunt. She didn't want to give the pilot any real reason to look down on her mei-mei.