[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=gray]Jahosafat[/color] & [color=f26522]Anisa[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=white]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: [color=f26522]Lower Deck: Medical (6)[/color], [color=gray]Lower Deck: Leaning against an escape pod (5) -> Upper Deck: Bridge (1)[/color]
[b][color=white]Skills:[/color][/b] [color=gray]Medical[/color][hr][/center]
	Jahosafat nodded towards Dorothy. He could understand how it felt, he had lost those he had worked with before. He had lost those he was close to as well, not that he had any idea if Dorothy and Atticus had been close. Losing someone was never easy and he had always found solace in working on a task. Looking at the body, it was no longer Atticus, it was an empty shell. What made the man the man while he was alive left when his brain stopped functioning and his heart stopped beating. There was nothing more they could do for him. All they could do now is hopefully find a cause of death, that way those that had known him could have some closure.

	It was time to get to work. Walking over to the med bay doors, he closed them and locked them. He didn't want anyone just wandering into the room. The sight of the soon to be cracked open body cavity could be very disturbing to those who were not prepared for it. Most of the crew he felt could handle it but there were at least two on board he felt might have a more troubling time from what he had witnessed just from general persona the night before. Yet before they began, Jahosafat reached into the front vest pocket of his attire and pulled out a silk handkerchief and placed it on the table in front of Dorothy, just in case she needed it. 

	Anisa took a long drag from her cigarette and huffed. Another person she had known for sometime was dead. This was not good. If it was foul play she wouldn't be taking a job, she would be hunting a killer. No one fucked with her crew. Fucking hell... Fuck, that reminded her. She needed to inform Atticus' emergency contact he was dead. She hadn't needed to with Camilla or Jackson - Camillas contact was dead, Jacksons had been Anisa herself. Atticus however had someone off ship. A person they had dealt with a few times. Atticus was the contact and only Anisa and Jackson had ever dealt with the Blonde Bitch, the rest of the crew was spared the introduction. 

	Placing the cigarette between her lips she started walking. To the stairs, up them, and then towards the bridge. Stepping onto the bridge she spotted Harper. [color=f26522]"Power up communications, I need to send a message to one Bridgette Winters to inform her of Atticus death,"[/color] she said in a flat cold tone. There was the slightest of cracks when she got to the word death but she bit it off and took another drag from her cigarette.