<div align="center"><strong>-=Dani, in the Infirmary=-</strong></div><br/>Dani quickly counted the contents of the drawer of bandages before closing it and opening the next, continuing with the stocktake of her supplies. They would be arriving on Persephone soon, and Griff had asked her to put together a list of anything she may need for the Infirmary. He’d also offered to take her with him, but she had declined and he hadn’t pressed. It was a small thing, but she was grateful none the less. Griff knew Dani didn’t like crowds. Hell, it’d taken her a long time to feel comfortable on board The Gamble once the crew compliment had reached its current peak. People in general made Dani nervous. Crowds made her downright panicky.<br/><br/>To her dismay, she realised she was running low on some medications, namely Propoxin, a numbing agent, and Ivoprovalyne, which boosted the immune system and was particularly useful if they had no broad spectrum antibiotics on hand. The Propoxin they could live without – a similar effect could be achieved with a few good mouthfuls of whatever liquor they had available at the time – but the Ivoprovalyne was a must have. Without it, if they ran out of antibiotics, a simple infection could prove deadly.<br/><br/>Adding them to her list, Dani hoped fervently that Griff would be able to get the medications.  First aid supplies were easy, but the meds….well, they were worth their weight in platinum, and mostly unavailable on the border planets.  People who lived within the Core didn’t realise how easy they had it, she mused, remembering how naive she had been when Griff had first brought her on board The Gamble. And yes, she’d been one of them, blissfully unaware of how hard life was for anyone not toeing the Alliance line.<br/><br/>But that had all come crashing down around her ears when she had become the victim of an act of mindless violence. Dani dared not think about what had happened to her and her fiancé. In fact, she could barely think his name without risking slipping into a semi-catatonic state. Luckily it didn’t last long when it happened, but Dani dreaded the thought that she might fade out when she was patching up one of the crew.  Although she was uncomfortable around people, the crew of The Gamble were her entire world, and she would do everything within her power to keep them safe and healthy, although they often seemed determined to push her abilities to the absolute limits.<br/><br/>Having finished in the Infirmary, Dani headed to the galley to see what foodstuffs they were out of.  Griff and Sasha usually managed to acquire everything they needed without too much input from her, but she liked to make sure that she’d be able to at least keep everyone from starving between this stop and the next. Cooking for the crew was something Dani did not because it was expected of her, but because it made her feel needed and useful.  She’d always wanted to help people, hence her med school training in her former life, but out here she was more than just helping. The crew needed her, and that need was what got her through her days.<br/><br/>Her chores complete, Dani went looking for Sasha.  She had an idea that Griff was busy in the engine room, and she didn’t want to risk poking her head in there just in case Hayes was throwing things. From the yelling that formed a regular part of the soundtrack of their lives onboard The Gamble, Dani knew there were problems with the engine. But she had faith that Hayes would make it right.  Somehow she always did.<br/>