[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] [color=4dffa6]Perception[/color], [color=8882be]Gambler[/color]
[/center][hr]	[color=8882be]"Th-thank you, Daphne,"[/color] Fitz said with a beaming grin. Dorothy was trying to keep a decent poker face after Fitz's adorable and sadly naive comment. She glanced at the engineer, seeing with each passing second how sheltered Fitz must have been - but also that he was putting in an effort. She had to give him some credit for that. Most people in his situation would have been content to live blindly in a bubble - to live in the supposed paradise that the Alliance provided. It was a shame that the Captain wouldn't hire him - though Dorothy wondered how Anisa would feel about taking on Fitz as a passenger. The entire time Dorothy was thinking about this, the engineer in question was rubbing his cheek - it stung a bit after Jackie pinched it. 

	Dorothy then glanced at her own cards, reorganizing them quickly. It was the first thing she always did - put her cards in numeric order. She couldn't stand having a 3 next to a 7 when there happened to be a 4 in the hand, for example. Her eyes then flashed up towards Jahosafat, seeing the gamble that he had opened with, before mentally tuning out the word vomit that he and Foy exchanged. At either rate, it wasn't her turn in the hand quite yet - there were a few people to rotate through before it got to her. If she was lucky, this hand would be better than the last one. 

	[color=4dffa6]"I have to agree with her,"[/color] Dorothy mused with a bit of a smirk. She didn't trust the barber near her hair - not yet, anyways. The implements and tools at a barber's disposal could too easy be turned into lethal weapons. Until she knew she could trust the new hires, she didn't want to put herself in that type of position. There was already enough tension and drama amongst this crew - she didn't want to invite any more of it. 

	[color=8882be]"I-I'm s-sure he's a great barber,"[/color] Fitz said encouragingly, missing the point of the conversation. He had assumed their suspicions about letting Foy near their hair was a matter of skill. But from everything Foy had said, he seemed to be completely overqualified. If there was some sort of barber competition, he'd place in the top ten at least - and get the Golden Mustache? That seemed like an award they'd give out at that sort of event. He then thumbed through his own cards, reorganizing them in a bit of an unconventional method but one that made sense to him. He was starting to understand the mechanics of this game. 

	[color=4dffa6]"I'm sure he is as well - how are you at scalping?"[/color] Dorothy then quipped, looking at Foy.