[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dr. Dorothy Pender[/color] & [color=8882be]Dr. Fitz Townsley[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s13.postimg.org/pbhyy3wgn/ezgif-2-a33e327eb6.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Lady Luck's 
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[/center][hr]	Dorothy [i]knew[/i] that she wasn't thinking as a doctor or a second in command at the moment. It had been part of the reason she decided to remove herself from the situation for a few minutes. She couldn't suddenly stop being Daphne's big sister, no more than she could stop being the girl from Boros, the ex-Alliance physician, or Anisa's second in command. They were all part of a tapestry that comprised her identity. And while there had been occasions where those roles had competing interests,  she was learning to balance them. But that by no means meant that she wasn't cross with Jahosafat, no matter how true his words were. He had intruded on a private emotional moment and was telling her information she already knew. 

	As she inhaled, it was like the rage was being pumped throughout her system, yet she then found herself at a loss for words. [i]Of course[/i] she was concerned about Daphne's mental health. [i]Of course[/i] she wasn't thinking clearly at the moment. It didn't take any manner of high education to figure that one out. There was a battle within her - the second in command and the sister, all over what was best for Daphne and what was best for the crew. She watched Jahosafat walk off, her head swimming with ideas but finding herself unable to put them into words. 

	She couldn't help but wish Genevieve was there. For all of her flaws, she was a decent counselor. She would have been able to help Daphne in ways that others could not. Once she could no longer see her medical counterpart, Dorothy curled her fists and bit down on her lip, muffling a small scream of frustration. There was tension in almost every part of her body and as much as she wanted to dispel it, it seemed like it'd remain permanently. Maybe she needed to talk to Genevieve as well. That or empty a chamber into a stationary and inanimate target. Either choice would make her feel better.

	Back inside the Lady Luck's, Fitz gave Jackie a bit of a confused look. [color=8882be]"D-don't you just...climb under the table? C-Can't anyone do that?"[/color] The poor thing was so sheltered that he didn't know the meaning of that expression. He couldn't have even been certain if he had heard it before in his lifetime. Or if he had, he hadn't paid much attention or managed to grasp the meaning. It was a special sort of irony - he was so skilled when it came to engineering but so clueless when it came to Jackie's world. 

	His confusion only increased when Foy explained that he was a barber. Fitz accepted it at face value, yet it didn't make much sense to him. What ship had a full time barber? Did they have incredibly unruly hair that would warrant keeping a barber on staff? No one at the table seemed particularly hairy or unkempt - so why the barber? [color=8882be]"Y-you pay him to cut hair full time?"[/color] Fitz asked, his tone curious rather than critical.