[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dr. Pender[/color] and [color=8882be]Dr. Townsley[/color][/h1][img]https://s33.postimg.org/vx6ecg1a7/doryfitz.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=#4dffa6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Lady Luck's[/center][hr][hr]	There was something odd about the other man at the table. He had asked Fitz to repeat where he was from - when he [i]hadn't[/i] said so in the first place - and then he refused to give Fitz information in return. Then, he had caught a glimpse of an odd look from him, though it vanished within a blink of an eye. Ironically, the more uncomfortable he felt with Harper, the less terrifying Jackie became to him. She hadn't done anything but be kind to him...in her own sort of way. 

	Once Harper, Anisa, and Daphne finished ordering, Dorothy glanced up from the menu and smiled at the waitress. [color=#4dffa6]"I'll have a hum bao plate and...Oh, some sweet douhua."[/color] She then folded her menu, content with her choices. She figured that she could give a hum bao or two to Daphne if she was hungry - it usually ended up that way when they were kids. Once she was full, she'd see if her sister wanted to finish off her plate. 

	Picking up her hand of cards, Dorothy perused them while keeping an eye on the panicky engineer simultaneously. While he was still jittery and the stutter was present, he seemed to have gotten a bit of a grip. [color=#4dffa6]"Dr. Townsley, better?"[/color] Dorothy asked, wanting to get a verbal confirmation from him. 

	Fitz [i]had[/i] been feeling better, even managing to only squirm in his seat slightly at the soft jabs from the female captain. He couldn't help his social anxiety. He [i]knew[/i] that he was making a fool of himself. Dwelling on it only made it worse...Like if he told himself that he was being ridiculous, he'd end up hyperventilating and only looking even [i]more[/i] outlandish, and if that kept up he'd be liable to pass out and create an even [i]bigger[/i] scene. He'd then later wake up to start the cycle over again - though it wasn't as much of a cycle as it was a ladder. 

	Jackie was.... a criminal mastermind? That was the gist that Fitz was able to comprehend. His eyes went wide and he nearly forgot that the waitress was patiently waiting to take their orders. The first thing that popped into his head was Shepherd's Pie. All of the food being ordered sounded amazing - and he had had the chance to try some of the more working class street food fare recently. Nothing reminded him more of home, though, than Shepherd's Pie. His mother was awful at making it - bloody awful. [color=8882be]"Ah, hi, yes, I'll...I'll h-have Shepherd's Pie, if you've g-got it?"[/color] Fitz inquired. 

	He then turned to Jackie, his voice dropping. [color=8882be]"S-so are you...are you a...m-murderer?"[/color] Fitz asked.