[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=#4dffa6]Dr. Pender[/color] and [color=8882be]Dr. Townsley[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://s33.postimg.org/vx6ecg1a7/doryfitz.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=#4dffa6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Lady Luck: Table Main Room[/center][hr]	At first, Dorothy was happy to see Daphne relaxing a bit and joining the conversation. Even the bit of teasing about the Sugar Incident from her childhood was welcomed. While Daphne hadn't said anything to her, Dorothy imagined that her behavior lately was probably stemming back from Jackson's death. It would explain why she left the ship and even a bit of her jealousy over Harper being made lead pilot. Whether this was actually true, having this explanation allowed Dorothy to feel a bit better. Daphne was hurting, just like Anisa was. 

	Yet Dorothy's brief bit of happiness vanished when she heard Daphne suggest to the engineer that he ought to join their crew. It was a bad thing to say around Anisa while sober - but she had been hitting the alcohol and was grieving her best mate. Dorothy bit down on the inside of her lip, hoping that maybe [i]somehow[/i] Anisa hadn't heard Daphne. 

	[color=8882be]"O-Oh....You're welcome,"[/color] Fitz said bashfully. He smiled at Jackie, glad to have made another friend that day. Despite bumping into Daphne earlier, he didn't really know her. Jackie brought his friends to two, including Royus. Having an ally like her helped to calm his nerves slightly about being able to find passage on a ship. She was looking for someplace to go - he'd just follow her, then. He turned his attention from Jackie to Daphne as she made an offer for him to join up. 

	The color drained out of his face before he could reply, hearing the utter tongue lashing Anisa was giving Daphne. As Daphne's chair was kicked and she fell to the floor, and Anisa drew, Fitz was horrified. Talking about crime and violence in the abstract was one thing - this was completely different. He whispered a small thank you to Jackie as she protectively stood in front of him like a mother hen. [color=8882be]"Can we....c-can we help her?"[/color] he then asked, his voice low enough so only Jackie could hear. 

	He came from the safe, insulated bubble of a university. Bosses fired employees they wanted to get rid of - they didn't shoot them. 

	Tears escaped Dorothy's eyes as she watched her sister being held at gunpoint by her best friend. One of her deepest, darkest fears was that she would lose Daphne. Her breath caught in her throat and at first, she didn't notice the woman she had spent the better portion of the day chasing. Hearing her words, Dorothy wanted nothing more than to either throw herself in front of Anisa's gun and take the bullet for Daphne, or quite honestly, lose the contents of her stomach. This wasn't going to end well, with two hurt and emotionally wounded people locked into confrontation. 

	She could've punched Harper with the flippant remark he made, if she hadn't been so stressed. Maybe he had some sort of logic behind it to lower the tensions in this situation. Maybe he had removed the rounds from Anisa's weapons while she wasn't looking. Yet Dorothy was afraid that if she did anything, she'd make things worse - that Anisa would take it as more evidence of her babying Daphne and only escalate the tensions. 

	[color=#4dffa6]"I don't figure I have much of a choice,"[/color] Dorothy replied to Mei quietly. 

	If this all blew over, she was going to have to track down Atticus and ask him to "teach" her about alcoholism. She needed a drink now.