[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 (Underground)[/center][hr][hr]	Foy's explanation of the impact of humidity on the timing, in hindsight, should've been something Dorothy could have realized for herself. It was her business to know as much about biology and medicine as she could. Any doctor worth their salt would've known the impact of humidity on blood, even if they tended to study the living more than the dead. Much of what they knew about human biology came from studies of the dead, after all. The comment about a threesome elicited a sharp sigh in the doctor. She didn't understand how anyone had worked with Foy before and avoided strangling the man. 

	The three pathways, to Dorothy at least, looked to be an easy decision to make. Only one of the paths would have blood and she doubted that the woman had managed to stop the bleeding just yet. Of course, Foy was still having the occasional trouble with his balance, making Dorothy more and more grateful for her sturdy choice in footwear. The conditions in the sewer didn't bother her so much--she'd been covered in far worse before--but they weren't exactly the most inviting. 

	She figured that Foy and Atticus would get along swimmingly. It made sense that she found Atticus in Foy's parlor. The preacher committed almost every sin he preached about, as far as Dorothy was concerned. Though perhaps that was a bit much to say--she just knew the man had plenty of vices. [color=#4dffa6]"I'm goin' to forget you just said that. Next time, I won't forget,"[/color] Dorothy said softly. It had been a while since she did anything along those lines and she wasn't planning to start with Foy. She'd sooner read the Bible with Atticus. [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 (Toy Store)[/center][hr][hr]	Fitz smiled at the old man, his cheeks a bit flushed though at the confusion. He supposed it had been his fault, really. Outside of his university, people didn't have doctor as a title unless they were into medicine, he guessed. It wasn't that common of a thing. [color=8882be]"I-if you had the parts and with the advice of a doctor, I c-could try to build you a new knee. O-or part of one...B-but other than that, I'm a bit useless,"[/color] Fitz explained. He nearly hit himself in the head when he realized he still hadn't told Royus what sort of doctor he was. [color=8882be]"I-I'm an engineer. I-I originally was going to study cybernetics, ended up working with machines and sensors and power sources..."[/color]

	He felt deeply ashamed for a moment. His sister would've likely been more use here, though she was still off at her own university. [color=8882be]"But if there is anything I can do to help you, l-let me know,"[/color] Fitz then added. The stutter was embarrassing as well, but it couldn't be helped. He had never been the best socializing, especially with new people. And that was practically the entire purpose of this trip--to push himself out of his comfort zone. 

	He had moved his pawn forward already, trying consciously not to fidget his hands from nerves while he waited for Royus' turn. The last person he had met was the pilot and while she was nice, she hadn't had the time to talk with him. Royus was practically the first person on Newhope to sit down with Fitz and get to know the guy. To Fitz, that was huge.