[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Argo III: Upperdeck
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Arthur nodded at Rebecca, glad he had managed to get the right ones. "[color=4286f4]I'm glad, I hope it feels better soon.[/color]" He said meekly, as its jaw snapped. He gave the creature a look see, and stuck his hand out, seeing if he could help, but the creature snapped at him as well, and he quickly took several steps back. He wasn't about to lose a finger for this thing.

	He looked over a rebecca, and quietly asked, "[color=4286f4]Um... Is it always like this?[/color]" He rubbed the back of his head, clearly distressed. "[color=4286f4]Like, killing things, people dying? It... it gets better right?[/color]" He almost wanted her to lie to him, and tell him that this was atypical, and that this sort of thing didn't happen often. But more than anything else, he wanted that lie to be true.