The tension began to calm down as the crowd began dispersing into the dormitories. Many of the passengers still held an air of aggression, but at least now they were controlling it. They would need to find a way to make amends with their patrons before there was a full blown mutiny.<br/><br/>"Agent Tabbin."<br/><br/>A voice came from behind him. Hosster turned to see his commanding officer Agent Royce approaching him. "Yes sir? What do you need?"<br/><br/>Security Agent, Advanced Level, Jackson Royce looked Hosster Tabbin up and down as if appraising him. When he spoke his voice sounded with confidence. "I need someone to assist the medical personnel. We don't need any of them getting hurt while trying to give medical attention."<br/><br/>"Yes sir." Hosster said. Shoulders were held high as he watched Agent Royce walk away. Whether or not he was specifically chosen for this task he was given his first order.<br/><br/>Hosster wasn't sure if she was the first doctor that he saw or he went to her for other reasons, but he approached the red haired woman all the same. Her identification badge hung loosely from her coat. Starina Menning. "Ummm." He stuttered a little as he spoke. A quick second of breathing helped him compose himself. "Do you require any assistance? I was asked to help assure no harm came to the medical personnel as they made their rounds." Hosster felt like his words came out a little awkward.