[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/234730115/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Upper Deck: Single Brown (3)
[b][color=4dffa6]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	Dorothy nodded, clasping her arms behind her as she shifted into a parade rest. [color=4dffa6]"Of course, take your time, Mei-Mei,"[/color] she replied. She didn't suspect that there was a reason Daphne hadn't come to answer the door. She highly doubted that her sister would have spent the night with someone else in her quarters. It just didn't strike her to be Daphne's ideal way of spending an evening - especially the evening after Anisa fired her. Dorothy pursed her lips slightly at that thought. She needed to walk with Daphne and figure out what she wanted to do. She figured that they could get jobs elsewhere, between Daphne's skills as a pilot and Dorothy's medical training. They didn't owe anyone on the ship anything. 

	But Dorothy also felt a little sad at the thought of leaving this crew. Anisa was her best friend and she didn't want to leave her, especially so soon after Jackson had died. She felt a twinge in her stomach as she thought about Atticus, but immediately dismissed it. But ultimately, family came before friends Dorothy reasoned. She had joined this crew in order to reunite with her sister and if Daphne decided she wanted to leave to find work elsewhere, then that's what she'd do. 

	[color=4dffa6]"I'd also like to discuss some things with you, Mei-Mei,"[/color] Dorothy added, as she continued to wait. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/eeqj5m4k1/image.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=8882be]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Deck: Single Top (7)
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	Meanwhile, inside Daphne's room, Fitz was freaking out. Although he had seen the Captain lose her temper the night before, it became even more terrifying to be reminded of it while on Anisa's ship. And there wasn't much between him and Daphne's older military-esque sister - just a door. He took in a deep breath, his fingers twitching rapidly and he tapped them against his head, as if that would get his brain to start working properly again. He glanced at Daphne, before he spotted a space where he could hide and he quickly got up, hiding behind Daphne's bedframe where he couldn't be seen from the door. He seriously considered crawling underneath the bed and just waiting until he turned to dust. It wouldn't be a bad way to die. 

	[color=8882be]"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I.....I-I-I-I-I....J-just...."[/color] Fitz stammered, unable to get a sentence out at all. If people thought his stuttering had been bad before, it was nothing compared to this. The poor engineer could hardly even breathe at this point. His head was swimming and he kept on tapping his fingers against his brain, like a frustrated employee hitting a computer in an attempt to get it to unfreeze after a program crashed. At this rate, there was a good chance he could pass out from stress. 

	[color=8882be]"Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You.....I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I......W-w-w-w-w-w-we.....I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I.....Br-r-r-r-ain....n-n-n-n-n-n-not.....w-w-w-w-w-working....."[/color]