[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=D8899B]Mei Qiáo[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSxq03OBSbggRo-TD0p0bEEG01ICEJo7lZbz9lPLx3VElSh9xNg-Q[/img][hr][b][color=D8899B]Location:[/color][/b] Galley
[b][color=D8899B]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Having a moment (albeit probably brief) to sit in the galley before she was called into action for whatever job they had lined up (or whatever was going on with the Preacher), she had time to think about her conversation with Harper. She managed to get some type of read on him and what she had left her feeling empty. Like she had a conversation with a person who wasn't there. Not all the way, at least. It could be her own feelings on the subject, but she was often able to grasp important details about people she talked to. She felt confident in her readings on the Captain, on Jackie, on Fitz, and on Dr. Jahosafat, but not Harper. And that worried her.

If allowed (and maybe even if not allowed) she would have to do some more digging. She considered this part of her job, after all. Being the spymaster on the ship, that meant ensuring crew safety from anyone, including the members on the very ship she served on. For all she knew, Preacher had been poisoned and someone on the ship was an attempted murderer. She would finish her coffee and go find the Captain. For now, she would let her be to deal with recent commotions.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8E0331]Jacqueline Croix[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/YUbJ8Kyh0nBYY/source.gif[/img][hr][b][color=8E0331]Location:[/color][/b] Dorothy's Room -> Hallway Outside Bedrooms
[b][color=8E0331]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Jackie, meanwhile, was not having the best of times. Fitz was on the floor, unconscious from his own undoing and she and the Ditz were standing there, wondering what to do. [color=8E0331]"The only issue I see is that they are probably still working on Jesus Freak up there. I imagine a ship of this size doesn't often have a waiting room full of people that need to be seen by the Docs. I suggest we bring him up there and they can get to him when able, because fuck me if I know what to do with him now."[/color]

Truth be told, she would probably leave Fitz to deal with it alone. After all, the man had put himself in this predicament following his dick rather than his brain. Men were simple like that, really. Provided you had the right tools, you often got men to do the most ridiculous of things if you offered what they wanted. Fitz, it seemed, was no different and that made her kind of appreciate him more. Up until this point, she was almost certain he was a robot.