[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
[color=8882be][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Perception (Dorothy)[/center][hr]	Dorothy's breath hitched in her throat once more. She wanted to turn her head, in order to avoid having the image of her best friend pointing a gun at her little sister seared into her memory. Daphne's apology only increased Dorothy's nervous distress, with the ex-Alliance doctor sitting perfectly still. Had she been standing, she would have been in parade rest. It was the most she could do to not scream and vomit up everything she had consumed that day, with the dread eating away at her. 

	Daphne's apology would either fix everything or make it a thousand times worse. Maybe Anisa would see it as Daphne truly apologizing - or maybe it'd come off as more teenage angst. Dorothy couldn't look away, she couldn't avert her gaze. But somehow, when Anisa pulled the trigger and the shot went off, her eyes were shut tight. A primal wail threatened to rip its way out of her, as she believed her sister to be dead. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling weak all over again when she realized Daphne was fine - fired, but fine. Her relief was apparent in her face as she returned Anisa's gaze. 

	Fitz seemed to be malfunctioning, to say the very least. Gun violence and alcohol didn't seem to be a great mix and the naive engineer simply sat down, looking across the table in shock. Every few seconds, he'd turn to Jackie as if about to ask her a question, only to shut his mouth and look back across the table. No one seemed to be hurt. His difficulty came with an inability to figure out how to process this entire situation. [color=8882be]"Is th-this sort of thing normal?"[/color] Fitz whispered to Jackie. 

	Had Anisa not delegated Harper to help Daphne, Dorothy likely would've sprung up to do so. But as she reminded herself, that would only make matters worse. The more she tried to do for her sister, the more incompetent Daphne appeared to the others and the less chances Daphne had to grow. She tried to look over her cards, but found herself too stressed and relieved to even focus on them. Looking up, she tried to get an idea of who was in this establishment and where - more specifically, looking for Atticus. A drink was definitely appealing.