Interacting with: [@Tally Dor] and [@Dark Light]
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Motherfucking dammit. Gen knew that this would happen, or something similar. She has talked with Ishaan in very limited occasions, just as she had with the rest of the crew. 
In her mind, if she stayed in her medical bay, doing her job, she wouldn’t figuratively rock the boat, and life would be just grand. 

And yet. As she heard a cough, looking over only to see Ishaan, her eyes widening slightly as he took the matches, she realizes that rocking the boat seemed imperative to living. Unavoidable.
And why did he want to speak with her privately?! Come on, it seemed…well she didn’t know quite how it seemed, but it made her head feel hot and cold all at the same time. 

Her eyes move to Kenji, narrowing slightly. Yeah…she had a feeling that just staying in the med bay and not talking with anyone wouldn’t last long. 

Genevieve turns back to Ishaan, nodding once and standing to go to his side. His tone didn’t give off any threatening tones, and his eyes didn’t seem angry. Nonetheless, she wished that she could sink into the ocean without a second thought, meld into the barnacle ridden wood of the ship. 

“Sir?” She asks, trying to keep her eyes straight on his as a sign of respect. What could he want with her? She tried to silence her thoughts, finding them to be of no help.