<div align="center"><strong>-= Simeon Gaorong - special delivery - aboard The Gamble =-</strong></div><br/>Simeon's distance was consistent from pub to port: close enough that he was reasonably certain even a pissed-off Sasha would notice he was following her, far enough to let her have her venting space. This stayed more or less the same even after boarding, the older officer passing through the cargo bay after Sasha was already on her way out the far end of the long chamber. He lingered only long enough to appreciate the renewed spaceship scent that replaced the musty canine odor that had inhabited the air there for some time before he continued on farther into the ship.<br/><br/>The Captain hadn't made it seem too disastrous an outing, but it was a relief to see the ship intact all the same. The man's pessimistic side had anticipated some amount of damage inside as collateral. Without that he could write off any immediate threat to the ship and crew - he had already assessed the situation as such, but all the same, confirmation is good whenever it's possible. As much as confirmation is possible anyway. Barring physical action one can only "know" so much. He was delaying. He had made a point of expressing to Vincent that if they were going unescorted they were in danger; he<em>thought</em>he'd been clear. Doubtless the boy thought he was some overprotective old man worried about the little girl and thinking her beau undeserving as though he were Mae's disapproving father. Idiotic. That there was danger on Persephone, particularly around the docks, was no joke. Perhaps next time his warning would be taken more seriously by the ever-reckless flight crew.<br/><br/>He arrived in Sasha's wake at the infirmary as Sasha made her way back out of it. He nodded to the First Officer's inquiring not-really-a-question and indicated the healer's station with his flowery cargo. "I have a previous engagement to take care of," he said. "Should only take a minute. I will be along shortly." Regardless of how much Dani's patients decided to listen to either doctor's orders or those of their C.O., Simeon had his own follow-up visit due. He cleared his throat gently as he passed through the doorway and offered the ship's medic a sympathetic smile. "Doctor. Not the best of days, perhaps," he noted, "but things could have been worse. I see you handled the home ground well on your own. I do believe you have more than earned these." After a brief look around the space he tsked and added, "I should have thought to pick up one of those vases while I was at it."