<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015312#pid2015312"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">Donovan</span></a><br/>St. Anne Bridge<br/>Midwatch<br/>Iona, Thomyris, Dr. Khan<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Donovan heard the girl as she entered the bridge, his built in com system also had an audio amplifier that helped pick up soft sounds while filtering out excess background noise. Glancing over to her when she walked up without announcing herself he flashed her a rather subdued smile, well as subdue as a smile could be coming from the resident madman.<br/><br/>Looking to the Doctor as she laid out her options and logic behind each potential choice he smirked at her comment about sheep shagging rednecks. He liked the woman, she had a good head on her shoulders and didn't take shit from anyone.<br/><br/>"Aye Capt'n." He answered in his gravelly voice, attention returning to Iona when she addressed him. "I'll keep her safe from unsavory characters like myself and give you my word to keep...Damages. Yes, damages to a minimum while doing so. Though trust me, if I were to put a slug in anyone not even our personal miracle worker here will be able to fix them." A spark of gleeful madness gleamed in his orange eyes.<br/><br/>Looking back to Thomyris he stared into her eyes for a long moment, as fractured as his mind may be, each piece was razor sharp, and he could see the potential in the girl to one day run her own ship. "Listen well to Iona, she has a lot to teach you Ris." Reaching for his stun baton he unclipped from his belt and handed it to her. "We don't know what we are going into, and that little knife of yours may do you no good. With a flick of your wrist this will extend to its full length, on the handle is a button, press it and that little bastard puts out enough juice to put me or Mateo on the ground useless."<br/><br/>Moving his attention away from Ris back to Iona he met her eyes and held them. "You know how to get into my head. Anything goes wrong you let me know." The statement seemed a bit obscure, everyone knew Donovan had an internal com system, but he could block out all com signals if he wanted radio silence. Iona was the only one privy to the signal that overrode all transmissions and would get through to him just about anything. A direct link to his brain essentially that he made her swear to only use in cases of emergency as receiving that call was painful for him to put it very mildly.<br/><br/>Turning away from the three ladies Donovan made for his quarters. "Doc, I'm going to get my shit together, are we calling a shuttle or do you wanna try to hitch a ride?" He asked over his shoulder as he was leaving. "Let me know when you decide, I'll be waiting in the bay when you need me." Waving a hand over his shoulder as he exited the Bridge he sighed upon re-entering zero gravity and began his swim back to his quarters to get some of less than friendly toys to bring along on the trip. Call him paranoid, but years of prison, forced experimentation and soldering left him less than willing to be caught off guard for anything.