[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7vpzoPeW51rsy50k.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=#4dffa6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Docks[/center][hr][hr]	Dorothy held her tongue for a moment, looking at Foy with exasperation for a bit over his comments about her ovaries. It may have been intended as a compliment, but Dorothy found nothing kind about it. And had there been more time, perhaps Dorothy would've made her opinion clear to Foy, but there were more pressing matters at hand. The docks had descended into a bit of a frenzy, with the woman she shot nowhere to be seen. She huffed slightly, regretting not aiming her shot higher. 

	[color=#4dffa6]"Captain ain't gonna like this,"[/color] Dorothy said, her voice tense. [color=#4dffa6]"Foy, Atticus, we're going to apprehend the perp. Don't care if you gotta put a bullet in her throat to get it done."[/color] She had been merciful earlier when she only shot the woman in the knee. But if this was the way things were going to be, then fine. She had to take care of this situation one way or another. 
	
	The smattering of blood on the ground wasn't helpful for giving any indication of where the woman went to, unless she somehow split herself into five and ran off in every direction. There was a good chance that anyone who snuck onto an Alliance ship and then left would be armed as well. Biting her lip slightly, Dorothy scanned the area where she had seen the woman last for anything that would provide decent cover. 

	[color=#4dffa6]"Foy, you're a tracker. Where do you think jien huo went?"[/color] Being Anisa's second, Dorothy knew the relative positions of the former Alliance crew who remained, despite not having spent much time with Foy at all. But still, his insight was valuable to Dorothy. She didn't have much experience in this general area. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/h1][img]http://www.theweirdlings.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/science.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=8882be][b]Location[/b][/color]: Town[/center][hr][hr]	For such an intelligent and gifted individual when it came to machines and engines, Fitz was absolutely clueless that he was being followed. It didn't even cross his mind that during his conversation with Daphne, someone might have identified him as an easy mark. To him, pick-pocketers were the real danger and threat, one that could be guarded against by simply keeping a firm hand on his bag. It was the textbook example of book smarts, rather than street smarts. It was a small miracle in itself that he had made it all the way to Newhope without being robbed or attacked so far. 

	He was like a little kid as he looked at the various venders, enchanted by the wares they sold. The arms dealers didn't pose too much interest to him, but he adored to look at the little knickknacks that were for sale. He didn't even pay attention to whether the things had been stolen from previous owners, as he was too focused on soaking up everything that Newhope had to offer. Fitz continued to head north, further and further away from the crowd of people coming from the docks, entirely oblivious to the events happening down there. 

	Eventually, Fitz beamed suddenly and hurried down the road, looking at the various venders with purpose. He had a great love of board games and figured they could be a good investment, especially when it came to attempting to ease himself into talking normally with other people. It would be his own version of an ice breaker, once that helped to calm his anxiety as much as it enflamed it. [color=8882be]"B-board games...Board games..."[/color] Fitz muttered to himself as he searched the stalls, tapping his fingers against the strap of his bag. His IdentCard was stored away in one of the inner pockets.