<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alex Macauley<br/><hr/><br/>She wasn't exactly angry at him...she was just angry at the situation. Sighing, she watched him seem to lose steam and then she sat down as well on the other end of the bunk. Looking at him, she finally remembered her nudity and tried to cover her breasts with her hands.<br/><br/>"I...I'm sorry that I ran off. I had no idea that this....chaos...would happen. I know that this isn't your fault, and I know that you don't approve of the way the captain handled Ophelia. I'm just angry. I don't think I'm angry at you...you just happened to be the one close enough to blame."<br/><br/>She actually did feel bad, and although his hardship with her wasn't over, she did show some vulnerability. She was tired, upset and confused. Instinctively, she leaned back on the lower bunk and curled up on the bed...exhaling loudly.