<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/f9uhQ9F.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Talora Lakhani<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Medical Bay<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Torn jeans, an old blue blouse and, Hua Ling slippers<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Cleaning, swearing<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Talora growled under her breath as she continued to scrub at the dried blood on the examination table. She was far from a neat freak but Allah forbid she might be forced to try and patch someone up in this mess again. Corsairs, they never seemed to get that tidiness when it came to hacking your limbs off made a whole lot of difference.<br/><br/>She had already spent some time to categorize and organize the basic supplies in the bay. There wasn't a whole lot but the basics were there at least. Enough to take the edge off of hang overs and patch up the cuts and bruises that inevitably seemed to come about on a ship like this. Talora caught herself day dreaming as she remember the long nights at the gambling tables. A hand clutched at the chip still tucked deep into her pocket worthless now but when you had to run you had to run right?<br/><br/>She had never been much of a gambler but then taking out a stack of cash and seeing what might happen was intoxicating. She thought back to the stack of chips that had quickly dwindled during their stay and squeezed that last chip once more. As the ship first rocked she stilled and stayed balanced on the balls of her feet. The second shuddering making her grab white knuckled onto the medical bed. When the ship stopped moving she set the scrub brush aside and stuck her head into the hall. When she saw the other confused looks she stepped out and began to make her way towards the bridge.