[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/aoq9dqhq9/tumblr_njqfum5md91r71apmo1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical 
[b][color=4dffa6]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception, Medicine, Life Sciences, Discipline
[/center][hr]	[color=4dffa6]"Thank you, Doctor,"[/color] Dorothy replied cordially. She kept her voice even and calm, though internally she felt anything but. She could imagine the results they were going to find, based on Atticus' lifestyle, yet she also feared that he may have been poisoned or something along those lines. They had just brought in a lot of new untested crew - even one who had broken onto their ship in search of something yet to be revealed. Truthfully, her strongest desire was to punch Atticus, as if that would somehow revive his corpse or make him feel the pain she was feeling. 

	Instead, she quietly took notes, recording everything that Jahosafat relayed to her and then some. She recorded the cause of death on the paper and a single tear fell, which she had been struggling to hold back. She blinked her eyes, not wanting to touch her face with gloves on whilst an autopsy was underway. [color=4dffa6]"Y-yes, he had a will, I'll go an' tell the Cap'n right now."[/color] She walked over to the intercomm and opened a private channel to the bridge. [color=4dffa6]"Anisa? It was n-natural causes, ma'am. Widow maker...Do you have the copy of the will?"[/color]