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	The dressmaker nodded and grabbed her scissors before cutting away part of the fabric surrounding the injury. She didn't want to rip them even though a quick rip she could easily repair. The ripping might jostle the woman and make the injury even worse. For all she knew there was a bullet lodged in the muscle. Grabbing a cloth and wetting with with some water from her glass she started to clean away the blood that had run down Mai's skin so she could get a better look. 

	"You lucked out," she said as she finally got a clearer look at it. The bullet at hit and done some damage but it was along the outer edge of the thigh muscle and while it had gone in, it had also passed through. "No bullet to pull out," she added before looking around. "I can wrap it up or stitch you. Wrapping will get you moving faster but also keep bleeding until you can get stitches. Stitching is going to hurt and best I can offer is something for you to bite down on," she explained. "Choice is yours."

	Royus chuckled and smiled over to Fitz. "Well then, build away. Slowly turning into a robot might just be a new lease on life," he said lightly. The kid seemed alright even if he seemed a lot more nervous than he really needed to be. That stutter the poor boy had probably didn't help. Leaning forward he looked down at the board and then back at Fitz. "Your move lad," he said gesturing to the pieces. 

	"So how long have you been on Newhope? Just arrive today?" he asked. The question may have already been answered but Royus couldn't remember. He was old, so things slipping his mind was common, or at least he played it up as common to keep people from constantly bothering him. could be a coin toss. 

	[color=f26522]"Yeah, I figured as much,"[/color] Anisa stated as she continued to walk. What else was he going to do? Refuse to give her an answer if she asked him a question? That really wouldn't be the best choice considering the situation. Pulling out a cigarette she lit it and took a long puff as she glanced towards him out of the corner of her eye. [color=f26522]"Thoughts on the crew?"[/color] she asked. They had a small walk in front of them and while Anisa was never one to go for small talk, knowing his opinion on the crew could give her an idea of how people were going to work together. Day to day she really didn't care if they fought constantly, as long as they got the job done. Now, when the shit hit the fan, that was an entirely different story. 

	[color=gray]"Well, my most biblical one, it seems that there is a bit of an issue entering your soon to be former domicile. The door is locked up tight, might you by chance have a moment to spare so that I can clean it? It is the last room to complete before I am done. The rest of the ship is already done. Where is that fiery captain?"[/color] Jahosafat said as spotted Atticus. Atticus cocked a brow and pulled Jahosafat to the side to speak with him quietly. The ebony gentleman nodded a bit. 

	[color=gray]"I see, well dare i say the rest of the ship is done and I do need to ensure no one else enters it at this point,"[/color] he added. 

	[color=fff79a]"Right,"[/color] Atticus said before looking around and finally spotting Daphne. [color=fff79a]"Other than this cargo area the ship is firmly off limits to everyone from this point forward. I will be right back. Do NOT go anywhere other than to move cargo to the holding dock,"[/color] he called out to her before heading off to unsecure his room so Jahosafat could finish up.