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Luirae could have cared less about the mess that was her desk after Andersen flew multiple objects to the floor while trying to get in the bed. The captain looked desperate and asked her to prepare the antidote but at this point, it was close to being too late. The leg had not been tied above the bite so the infected blood was free to continue towards the heart. It was but a second later the Tango stated her exact fear. She looked to Andersen’s face and her hands balled into fists as she knew this would be hopeless. Raymond didn’t want to admit it and though she didn’t want to believe it either, she knew that Andersen wouldn’t make it through this time. 

She didn’t want to hear his apologies and thus she had no words to give the dying man. She knew he wouldn’t listen to how she really felt. It was her that had failed him. He was in an incredible amount of pain and what she had produced so far was a start but it could easily make the situation worse for an already lost man. Ray looked to her, trying to find an answer and all she could do was look away as the man before them pleaded for a merciful death. She turned away from the bed, walking out of the med bay doors as the sound of a gun firing echoed behind her.

Rae drew her pistols, heading for the cargo bay where this all had started. They would pay for ever stepping foot on this ship. She would see to it that Andersen’s request was honored and she would see too it that every last rat that dared to touch this ship, paid dearly. She didn’t blink as she glided down the hall, expertly hitting each rat in the head that had mistakingly stood in her way to her destination. She regretted not being able to grab her bow as slicing through these disgusting creatures would be more what they deserved then an instant death. She was not sure what she would find when reaching the location but she was prepared for the worst.