[color=f6989d]"I didn't imagine it'd be a berserker either, Stryker. I was just looking for a-a-a..."[/color] Tibulass stopped talking for a minute as her face was washed over with dread. [color=f6989d]"... u-uh... s-shit is this what being sick feels like? It's been a whi - oooohhhh oh no we are [i]not[/i] having fun right now. Somebody get Matthias, a cigar, and some meds for me. I'll be in... there? I think that's the bathroom."[/color] In a hasty move, Tibulass headed straight for the door of the medbay that led to a larger bathroom, conveniently handicap accessible, making it perfect for someone to lay in for a few hours.

Gods, what the fuck was this sickness thing? Matija brought up the meds so idly that it didn't matter to her, and it honestly scared Tibulass. This was the best pilot on this side of the galaxy, but they just looked a bit different was all. Then again, the thought that the pilot was murdered by the subject was a bit of a scary thought, but he wasn't murdered by the subject! It was complicated, she guessed. Honestly, she didn't care at this point about the crew's thoughts, because this sickness was not fun at ALL. Tibulass would have to find a way to reason with the crew in a bit, as this sickness thing was a lot more of a pressing matter on her mind.