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"Alright love, I'll tell 'em" Grayson said quietly when they got out in the corridor, he reached up and laid a hand on her forehead "Don't feel a fever, all the same, ya should go an lie down for a spell, I'll bring ya some water in a bit, and if ya need anythin' else, I'll have my comms open, ok?"

He squeezed her hand gently as he let go and walked away, still concerned about her and wondering what could have prompted such a sudden reaction......

He heard Tibulus speaking just as the door to the galley slid open:
"Stryker, what do you think happened to Amy...?"

Grayson, feeling their eyes snap over to him walking in, interjected quickly.

"No worries lads, jus' a bit of stomach sickness. My money's on the juice here, didn't see anyone else drinkin' it, so it's probably turned." He picked up Amy's plate and scraped the remains into the waste, then he poured out the juice left in her glass, and to be on the safe side, also emptied the rest of the carton down the sink. All of that taken care of, he sat back down and started picking at his own leftovers.

"So she's ok?" Stryker asked.
"Oh yeah, grand" he replied, halfway through a bite of toast, he swallowed and continued "I told her to go rest for a bit and I'll gonna check in on her after. I'm not too worried, if she's still a bit ill later, I'll grab somethin' from med bay to settle her."

That last bit was a lie, he was obviously worried, his mind still turning over the sequence of events again and again, trying to figure out exactly what had caused her illness. 

"OK, good to hear" Stryker said before turning to the rest of the table "So as I was going to say before, I've got the strangest feeling that we're going to be mobilized soon. I know that there's been no contact from the Alliance in weeks, but I don't know, I just can't shake it, so what I'm gonna propose is we keep our skills sharp. Feels like it's been months since I held a gun, much less fired one. They really neglected to outfit the ship with a firing range, but we can rig one together pretty easily, maybe pull all the equipment in the gym off to one side, weld a few layers of steel plating against the wall for targets, is that doable Grayson?"

"Yeah, wouldn't be any issue at all." he said as he finished off his coffee.
"Ok, well after you check on Amy, maybe all of you guys can go down and get started on that? I'm gonna fix up a plate for the kid, see if he wants any."

A few minutes later, Stryker was walking down through the lower deck, towards the storage room Matija had once called her bedroom. He was carrying a covered plate with a bit of everything from breakfast on it, and a small thermos of coffee. Arriving at the door, he decided to knock, and speak through the thin metal.

"Willow? You up kid? Brought you a bit of breakfast if you want it. There's more leftovers up in the galley if this isn't enough. Oh yeah, and I know you like the quiet, so I guess I should mention that it could get a little loud down here in a while, we're converting part of the gym into a firing range, to keep everyone fresh for when we're mobilized, you could join us if you want."