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	[color=f26522][b]Ship Yard:[/b][/color] It was a bit but suddenly on the bridge of the Prometheus the sound of the Dock Lock went off, signaling that the ship could now leave port whenever. Anisa had finished the transaction it seemed and that was confirmed as she stepped onto the bridge just seconds after. With the lock going off it could have appeared that she had trusted Harper enough to let that happen, her not worried that he would fly off with her ship. Yet she was obviously already on the ship when the lock was taken care of. 

	Looking around she smiled to herself a bit, not something the woman did often. A paper in one hand as she pulled a leather billfold out of the other. Slipping the paper into it she turned and looked over towards Harper and a sight twinkle came to her eye as she glanced down at her watch. [color=f26522]"Ahead of schedule. Good,"[/color] she said before leaning against the wall slightly. [color=f26522]"Let's take her for a real test spin before we present her to the family. That is unless you don't want to fly her right now."[/color]

	[b][color=f26522]Dressmaker:[/color][/b] The dressmaker worked as quickly as she dared. If this had been a piece of clothing it would have been one thing and she could have gone as fast as her fingers would let her but this was a human being. She had no idea of the pain tolerance of this woman, if she would scream, jerk her leg away, let her finish the front of her thigh but not the back, if someone would burst in after this person. There were so many factors to consider so it was best to be as delicate as she could, as if she was stitching up lace instead of leather; though thinking on it leather was just skin...

	After a bit, moving from the entrance wound to the exit, washing away the blood as she went and finally cleaning it off fully once the last stitch was in place she wound a thick piece of linen around the thigh several times before tying it off. Turning on her stool she started to pour alcohol over her needle and then her hands. "That should actually hold as long as you aren't too rough on it," she said quietly. The stitching was actually done very well, surprisingly well and not like a seamstress at all. these were surgical stitches.