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Doc put his empty glass on the table next to him. Leaning forward, he gently placed a gentle finger under her chin to lift her head up. To Doc, for someone living such a harsh life, she had nice skin. Once they made eye contact, he gave a soft, re-assuring smile, "Ashlea is a pretty name. Never be ashamed of it or afraid to admit it." He then moved his finger to her forehead where he moved a few strands of hair, "Never be ashamed. I see a pretty young lady beneath that hard exterior."
He then leaned back to sit in his seat. As he reached for the bottle, his com badge sounded. It was his chief engineer.
"Well, Doc, main power is back online and stable but with the damage on upper decks, I don't dare power it up until we do some repairs," he explained.
"Fair enough," Doc replied, "How much time do you need?"
"Well, I can't be certain but conservatively, I'd say a week and that would involved shutting most things down in the process to include life support station wide."
Doc nodded as he told him to stand bye.
Doc thought a moment and looked at her seriously, "Let's take a few days on Erie and let them work. No one will know they're here and we'll have somewhere safe to stay. What do you think?"