Maeve
Melita empties, Jack catalogues, and Maeve organizes. It's all rather streamlined until it isn't. Whether it's because the thoughts in the vicinity get too loud or the captain is simply distracted, a few bottles slip from his fingers, shattering on the floor in a splash of color. Maeve turns at the sound of broken glass, eyes widening as she spots the color of the liquid, the deep purple seeping into the floor. "Shit... Don't touch that with your bare hands. It's a rather potent poison that has a nasty habit of burning your skin down to the bone."
She carefully steps around it, grabbing a broom to sweep up the broken glass and a spare bottle, placing it on the desk as she gives Jack a look. "It has a water base..." Maeve glances towards Melita, "There is a bucket and mop down the hall. We might need it."
Last round!
Melita needs to get the bucket and the mop.
Jack can maybe clean it up another way.
She carefully steps around it, grabbing a broom to sweep up the broken glass and a spare bottle, placing it on the desk as she gives Jack a look. "It has a water base..." Maeve glances towards Melita, "There is a bucket and mop down the hall. We might need it."
Last round!
Melita needs to get the bucket and the mop.
Jack can maybe clean it up another way.
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
