[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] None
[/center][hr]	Dorothy had half a mind to slap Dr. Moreau right then and there - though knowing her, her hand would be closed into a fist rather than left open when she struck him. She had dealt with plenty of Core prejudice against the Rim and Border plants when she served in the Alliance military as a doctor. It didn't matter that she had received the same medical training as the other army doctors - some of them thought that their [i]breeding[/i] put them above everyone else. [color=4dffa6]"Oh, Dr. Moreau, I am so dreadfully sorry for my improper breeding and etiquette. It must be something in the [i]tainted water[/i] as you said,"[/color] Dorothy replied. 

	Fitz raised an eyebrow - not so much at the intense and rude conversation that was developing, but more at Foy's use of the word [i]silicate.[/i] He had heard the word used in an academic context in his engineering courses, yet never in casual speech like that. It added to the entire atmosphere and flavor of Faradayan speech he supposed, but it was a little bit over the top for him. Everything else had been a bit weird - but fine. It was the overuse of scientific terms when normal words would suffice that got Fitz's attention. 

	He tapped his fingers against the table as he considered his cards for a moment. [color=8882be]"I raise an-another tw-twenty,"[/color] Fitz eventually said. His hand didn't look too terrible to him. Dorothy then considered her own hand, before pursing her lips slightly. It was no good. She didn't like her chances with it. [color=4dffa6]"I fold."[/color]

	[color=4dffa6]"And about your leg - I didn't shoot to kill ya. I shot to incapacitate you. And I'd do it again. I'll take a look at it to make sure there's no lastin' damage though,"[/color] Dorothy then offered. Mei had been given a position in their crew. And since she had been the one to shoot her, Dorothy felt an obligation to see that Mei's recovery wouldn't have any complications - or at least, a minimal amount of them. 

	Fitz tapped his fingers on the table a little bit faster. This group of people seemed to breed chaos and conflict. And while he did have social anxiety and a stutter, a tense situation certainly wasn't going to help that. Thinking back to his days at universities, he quickly devised a strategy that would hopefully deescalate the tension. Everyone loved talking about themselves, right? [color=8882be]"S-so why'd you all j-join a ship?"[/color] Fitz asked.