Misa nodded her head to the doctor. "Thank you. She just needs some rest and then she will morn her loss in her own way." she said as she gently stroked Tomoe's cheek. From Misa's gesture of affection it was easy to see that she cared a great deal about the people under her. She would sit and perform a vigil for the wounded pilot. Though her wounds were not phyiscal Tomoe was wounded, in some respects far more than if she had sustained a phyiscal wound. Her heart had been wounded and it would take time for it to heal, but Misa knew, could see Tomoe's strength beneath the surface. She also knew that with Tomoe's breakdown it wouldn't take the others long to feel the effects even Misa herself knew she would feel it herself. As she looked over her friend Misa couldn't help but watch her vision become cloudly as her own tears welled up finally as she sat beside her friend maintaining a moonlight vigil as it were. As Misa sat there tears slilently falling her face even she could not help the events of the day finally catching up with her as much like her companion she to slipped into the blissful peace of slumber. Both women would sleep for now and they would morn, gather in thier energy and move on. After all so long as you put one foot in front of the other you would move forward.<br/><br/>Soon enough the blonde pilot who Misa had address in the Hanger as Alleyane came to Sickbay as well but she was on a different mission for in her hands she held the Hyperion's black box. "Excuse me I was told to give this to you." she said to him as she offered the piece of tech equipment to him.