Name: Lance Daniels<br/>Position: Engineer<br/>Location: Galley<br/>Tagged: All present<br/><br/>Lance chuckled at Richard's offer to write up a watch schedule.<strong>"Should be an easy schedule to write, only two people left that can take the helm, and one of them is there now."</strong>He frequently gave the first mate and Braxton shit about his inability to sub in as pilot or engineer, which was his passive-aggressive way of saying he didn't like it.<br/><br/>He was surprised when Sue asked Isis to leave, and a sidelong glance showed that she wasn't making a move to.  He couldn't blame her.  Lance kinda wanted to know what was happening next as well, though he also kinda didn't want to be there.  He hadn't wanted to leave and join the protest, but he hadn't wanted to be part of what was sure to be plenty of uncomfortable talk.  And it was uncomfortable, with Sue beginning a slow build up, starting with an appeal for guilt, then an accusation, then an ultimatum.<br/><br/>Lance's eyes went to Braxton's, pleading a bit for a cool head, but he could see Braxton wasn't looking guilt-ridden or submissive.  He then turned to Mya, whose face betrayed that her fun tonight had not ended with the tension.  Looking at her intently, he nodded his head toward Braxton as if to say<em>"can you help with this?"</em><br/><br/>Unfortunately, his plea was either not understood or too late, because soon Braxton had his gun out, pointed at Sue.<strong>"Dammit"</strong>he said, but Braxton wasn't done talking.  Fortunately, Sue kept calm and walked out without escalating things.<strong>"Goodnight man, I'll swing by before we land."</strong><br/><br/>As he left, Lance looked back to Isis, smiling apologetically.<strong>"Sorry about all that."</strong>