[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/dde661389331ea75740a4e6657bc0212/tumblr_inline_nm9gdxOF3y1rrrkde.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Cargo Bay[/center][hr][hr]	A smile graced Dorothy's grace as she continued checking the crew's packed items. While there were some little mistakes, none were intentional and took a careful eye. If she hadn't formerly been with the Alliance, even she could have missed a couple of them. No one was intentionally out to spite or disobey the captain, a definite plus with the ragtag crew they had assembled. Not all of them had been with them on the Vengeance and easily could have carried grudges for what happened on Whitefall. They had lost not just their captain, after all, but their ship and perhaps even their dignity. 

	She removed the little mistakes, muttering a slight bit of thanks underneath her breath. She needed things to go well--hell, the entire crew needed things to go well. They were in a stolen Alliance vessel, after all. They were bound to attract attention until they got off the gorrham ship and into the new vessel. Hopefully with her sister receiving a just and fair punishment, without too much of a scene, in the process. 

	And while Dorothy could hear Jahosafat and Foy's conversation, she tried her best not to pry. She was already going through personal possessions and belongings, after all. Much more and she'd feel almost like a spy, examining each and every member of the crew. She nodded slightly at the two men as she passed by them, checking as discretely as she could through the remainder of the items packed away. Anisa had asked her to load items into the holding dock that was rented once the check was done and Dorothy had nearly finished. Of course, she'd need to recruit a few more hands to move things. 

	Still no sign of Daphne. [i][color=#4dffa6]Ta ma duh.[/color][/i] Her eyes glanced up towards Foy and Jahosafat. The two of them were standing in the cargo bay and chatting, perhaps they'd be able to help her move things to the holding dock. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/4116755647078b0b32f50075349a3202/tumblr_ooeohhBv0Z1s9h0fco1_400.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Town[/center][hr][hr]	Fitz was trying his best to stay cool, but he was becoming hyper aware of everything going on. Each breath he took seemed to him either too big or too small, as if Daphne would judge him for his breathing patterns. He couldn't remember what to do with his hands, trying to look casual and relaxed, but putting so much effort into that did the exact opposite. Little twitches and ticks came out from his nervousness, no matter how much he tried to relax and calm himself down. Daphne's smile did seem to help slightly, but it didn't solve his fidgety and restless behavior, as he continued to focus so hard on acting normal and interacting in a socially acceptable manner that he simply couldn't. 

	[color=8882be]"R-right, sorry, Daphne,"[/color] Fitz apologized, apologizing for his constant apologies. [color=8882be]"W-would you know any ships looking for p-passengers or engineers? I'm tr-trying to get out, see the 'verse and all..."[/color] He smiled timidly at her. Despite knocking into her, she easily seemed to be one of the more approachable people on Newhope. If his stuttering seemed bad with the kind and patient seeming Daphne, it would've been much worse with a rougher personality. He might even melt into a puddle. 

	He scratched his neck a bit, feeling a slight itch. He didn't expect that Daphne's ship herself would have openings--that would be too lucky. But pilots knew other pilots, right? Maybe she'd have an idea of where he should go to look.