The doctor made his way along the hallway, towards the said confererence room 1. His expression was serious as he tucked on the sleeves of his outfit, breathing in deep and trying to calm himself. This mission would be very important, and he was along so he had to put his best effort to it. Along the way, he kept wondering what would lay in wait for them. The crew of the ship and the people gathered aboard were going to be facing a challenge, that much was sure.<br/><br/>Timothy felt guilty about the many that had perished, that could no longer be helped, but perhaps they could seek to prevent it from ever happening again. He ran his fingers through the short dark hair on his head and then touched his chin, making sure he didn't have to shave. He hadn't forgotten to take care of that. Good.<br/><br/>Walking along the hallways he silently thought back at everything that had been lost, and felt a clench in his chest. So much loss. The protector in him wanted to rage and take vengeance on the Aberrants for what they had done, but even more it wanted to now keep anyone else from dying aboard this ship. That's also what he was there to try and do, as an AEscalupian. He'd put his best effort to protecting and healing them, he thought to himself. There would no doubt be better fighters among the folks here, but hopefully he could keep them up and fighting the good battle then, not losing any more people.