One of the pillars any self-respecting medic should have in mind in order to succeed in their area of expertise is patience. Patience to clean wounds and not rush the process, patience for fevers to come down, patience with annoying patients, patience to make new medicine... And, being the highly competent doctor Jeana Harley knew she was, she had lots of it, and was proud to be considered a patient and understanding person. The whole Sanguine crew knew very well that it was hard to make her lose her cool, or to even see her mad. That was a thing that just didn't happen.<br/>Unless, you know, you made her wait upon the rendevouz point on her own for over an hour and a half, under the calcining sun of Beaumont, her hands full with bags containing new supplies for the ship, and a group of men eyeing her from over the corner with not the prettiest of intentions.<br/>"Roan I am going to kill you so many times...", she had been whispering to herself since the moment she realized the man WOULDN'T show up. Jeana wasn't worried about him; she had known this person long enough to understand that he was probably procrastinating somewhere else, and had completely forgotten about the fact that they were supposed to meet there and go back to the ship before sunset.<br/><br/>The sun set, and she decided not to wait any longer.<br/>Granted, today hadn't been off to the best start. Her husband and captain of their crew had been freaking over the ship for a few days already, demonstrating his undying love for the damned thing, and making her want to just lie in the floor and zone out until they could leave this planet. The guy that sold her the supplies tried to scam her, and she had to use aggravating methods to walk away with the right stuff, and the right amount of money in her pockets. Add in the fact that you couldn't trust Roan to keep a balloon off the floor, and you have the right combination for a stressful day.<br/><br/>She approached the nearest decent-looking person, and asked where she could find a bar. Why a bar, some would ask. Because procrastinating equals drinking untill passing out for Matthias Roan, Jeana would answer.<br/>She arrived at the place fuming, several bags hanging from her arms, and looked around for a big man and a melancholic attitude. Upong spotting him, she approached his seat, stomping, and smiled, "funny to see a man here doing nothing. Some would think he was BAILING OUT OF AN APPOINTMENT. I'm sure that is not the case with you though, good sir".