[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dr. Pender[/color] and [color=8882be]Dr. Townsley[/color][/h1][img]https://s33.postimg.org/vx6ecg1a7/doryfitz.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=#4dffa6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Lady Luck's[/center][hr][hr]	[color=#4dffa6]"'Fraid not, I can see if the bar has any if he can't stay topside,"[/color] Dorothy replied, biting her lip for a moment as she thought through the various options. She could always see what the nastiest smelling thing they had in the back was - there was bound to be something disgusting that they could use. When the waitress delivered the water for Fitz, Dorothy practically stared him down. [color=#4dffa6]"Drink up - but not too quickly, you hear?"[/color] Dorothy instructed him. She was worried that he'd guzzle it and the water would then make a reappearance a moment later - but this time, all over the floor of the tavern and mixed in with whatever Dr. Townsley had had for lunch. 

	[color=8882be]"Th-th-thanks,"[/color] Fitz said, taking the water with trembling hands. It was a miracle it didn't go all over the table and Fitz gulped down the first bit. He took a deep breath at Jackie's instruction, before downing the rest of the glass. So much for taking it slowly. But at any rate, it [i]did[/i] seem to calm him down some. Fitz gripped the empty glass, finding that he could keep his body steady. 

	To say he had social anxiety was an understatement. 

	Dorothy glanced over the menu, noting once more that Harper had passed one to her sister. There wasn't an outburst of [i]I can get it myself[/i] or anything along those lines. Perhaps she'd need to give Daphne [i]the Talk[/i] when they got back to the ship later. She could be entirely wrong, but Dorothy had a guilty fondness of matchmaking. It was sweet and exciting at the same time. 

	[color=8882be]"I'll pl-play,"[/color] Fitz answered, forcing a smile at Anisa. There was some sweat on his forehead but he loved games. If he had cards in his hand and could focus on the mechanics of gameplay, it'd be better for him in the long run. As for the pilot, Fitz glanced up in confusion. He [i]hadn't[/i] said where he was from - just that he was an engineer. Or was that his way of asking? He didn't see much harm in it. 

	[color=8882be]"I d-didn't say, but I'm fr-from Osiris,"[/color] Fitz answered. [color=8882be]"Y-You?"[/color] He didn't think twice about it - it felt natural to ask. It was like if someone asked what your favorite circuit was - you say parallel and then ask them what theirs is.