[hr][hr][center][img]https://images-ext-2.discordapp.net/external/I6mf9Ct4crxUqfPuGcRdA3g-s-RA--eXx7HnRAi9MIA/https/i.imgur.com/ZF1PQyX.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=darkgray]Location:[/color][/b] Galley
[b][color=darkgray]Skills:[/color][/b] Improvisation[hr][/center]
[color=Darkgray]”Well I’m sure as hell not Sherlock,”[/color] Cal replied to Kyle, her crooked grin hanging lazily on her lips. As she waited for the others to return from their individual searches, she sat in one of the numerous seats around the table, slouching, legs inelegantly spread out in a manner more fitting of a juvenile delinquent than someone supposedly 75% sure she was a medical professional. She sat up straighter, however, as Sophia rushed into the room, proclaiming that they were in danger. Cal’s smirk turned into a half frown, and she popped up from her seat. 

[color=Darkgray]”Whoever ‘they’ is, we should do is be prepared to defend ourselves. Kill ‘them’ before they kill us. Anyone got any Batman ‘no-killing-no-matter-what’ rule we should know about?”[/color] she asked as she walked over to the touch screen. There was a hesitation in her voice when she mentioned killing, but she seemed to push past it. Her fingers pranced across the screen, looking for any sort of weapon. It didn’t have much in the way of actual weapons, though with everything she scrolled through, she imagined possible ways for it to be used as a weapon. Finally, she tapped the screen a couple times, and two darts emerged. She took them in one hand and turned around. [color=Darkgray]“We’ve all got knives, but we shouldn’t stop there. Something that can be thrown probably ain’t a bad idea. Oh, also,”[/color] she began to say, remembering what she’d found in her room. She reached into her pocket, pulling out the small vial and holding it up. [color=Darkgray]”Found this in my room. Not sure what it is, but I decided I’d hold onto it.”[/color]