[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dr. Dorothy Pender[/color] & [color=8882be]Dr. Fitz Townsley[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s13.postimg.org/pbhyy3wgn/ezgif-2-a33e327eb6.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Lady Luck's 
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] Melee (Dorothy) 
[/center][hr]	Dorothy heard Jahosafat before she actually saw him - his accent and mannerisms were hard to mistake for another. And after spending the day in Foy's company, she doubted that she'd get the two of them mixed up. They were each aggravating in their own distinctive ways - though she did have to say that she preferred Foy to Jahosafat. If she had learned anything today, it was that Foy at least was competent. Yet for Jahosafat, most of what she had seen from him was a man delving into his work. She had yet to truly interact with him. 

	[color=4dffa6]"Ta Ma Duh..."[/color] Dorothy muttered under her breath. She had assumed that going outside for some air was a pretty clear indication to leave someone alone. Evidently, they didn't teach that simple idea on Farraday. Or if they had, it was a lesson that Jahosafat had neglected to fully understood. She gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, before turning to face him just as he caught up to her. Had he simply offered her sympathy and a handkerchief, then it wouldn't have made matters worse. Of course, he did more than that. 

	He implied that Daphne was dull and ignorant. Whether or not Daphne actually was, and of course, whether that had been his meaning, did not matter. And being a rather impulsive person by nature, she had managed to keep herself disciplined to a point - she hadn't jumped to Daphne's aid to make the situation worse. But outside of Lady Luck's, with no Captain around to disapprove and Jahosafat's dig at her sister, Dorothy snapped. She swung her fist, aiming for Jahosafat's jaw. 

	[color=4dffa6]"Da Shiong La Se La Ch’wohn Tian has more grace than you!"[/color] Dorothy cursed. [color=4dffa6]"Tell me, [i]doctor[/i], do you know what [i]shock[/i] is? Or are you all Da Chung Wu Dahn?!"[/color] She had to resist the urge to take another swing. [color=4dffa6]"This is my gorram [i]sister[/i] you're talking about. I don't care if she's secretly a companion to a Ser Toh. While you can talk to me about the crew when I'm fulfilling my duties as second, I'm off the clock right now. I'm not going to stand here and let you call her dull. Chwee Ni Duh."[/color]

	Meanwhile, back inside Lady Luck's, Fitz was half amused and half concerned when it came to Jackie. [color=8882be]"Un-unfortunately I'm not that kind of doctor...So m-m-maybe don't drink yourself completely to d-death,"[/color] he said, his voice light and joking despite the stutter. It had easily been worse when he met Jackie earlier on that evening. The longer he spent in her company, the clearer and more distinct his speech came. It was largely symptomatic of social anxiety. And as he became more familiar with the other people at the table, the fewer reasons he had to feel anxious - for the most part. 

	However, something about Foy's words bothered Fitz. While he was well versed in the stereotypes that outside of the Core, everyone was less educated, less civilized, and so forth - it hadn't been the case. He had encountered several kind individuals already, and people will ill intentions were hardly restricted to the Border Planets. [color=8882be]"I-I disagree, Mr. Coi-Coiffeur. I th-think we actually have something to learn from them. Kn-knowledge and b-books are great, but...there's l-little point to it if you j-just stay put. Th-there's more to learn in the 'Verse."[/color] And of course, he didn't particularly care for the way Foy had referred to his stutter. It wasn't something that he could help. It was what it was. While it could get smaller at times, it was always there.