[h1][b]Nigel McGallet[/b][/h1]

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Nigel nearly jumped as a random question was fired his way and, quickly after the near heart attack, he slammed his journal shut. Turning around, he saw this fairly sized women with bright blonde hair stand in front of him, waiting for a response. "Do you mind? I was busy... And what do you mean by 'which one' or 'defeat'?" Nigel said in an irritated tone, backed up with a scowling expression.

"No, I didn't mind, the chair-backs in this cafeteria are just the right height for leaning."  Her tone was completely serious, even slightly friendly, indicating that she had completely missed the connotation of the phrase 'do you mind.'  "What I meant by 'which one' was I don't recognize you from the Red City.  I was wondering which one you were, in the Zone.  What you looked like.  For example, I was the cyborg with one extra-long metal arm and mismatched eyes?  By 'defeat' I was referring to when I and two other Zoners were brutally killed by the Ram, the screaming Aggressor with the ram helmet and exploding feet - I thought that was the one you were drawing."

Before Nigel could even answer the clueless, lost cause of a Zoner, A small splatter of Tomato Juice hit his Journal, causing his heart to drop for the second time in 5 minutes. Shit!" A male voice exclaimed. "I'm so sorry man, I'll uhhh, get some tissue?" Nigel turned, anger and all, towards the source of the voice. A macho looking man looked back at him. "How dare you" Nigel Barked venomously. "this Journal is priceless... It was worth more than your petty exsistance!" He continued in absolute rage.

Woah... That was... uncalled for. "Hey, I said I'm sorry." Malcolm replied, "Is that... necessary?" Malcolm asked the clearly self-absorbing guy.

"Yes, that was necessary" Nigel replied, still angry, "You and you sloppy, careless demeanour nearly ruined something incredible." There was a moments pause which gave Nigel the opportunity to calm down a bit. "But of course, It's natural for your primitive mind to want to destroy something better than yourself... So in future, please reframe from acting by instinct alone" Nigel commented in a snide tone.

That was it, time to put this impetuous prick in his place. No matter who he was. Malcolm set his bowl down on the table and pushed Nigel. "Want to start something!?" Malcolm yelled. "I'll tell you something, you think you can talk the talk, but you're all bark and no bite." Malcolm said, spitefully. "Now put 'em up and prove you're a man!" He challenged as he swung both fists up into a fighting pose.

Nora stepped away from the chair.  "I don't have any particular opinion on the worthiness of Malcolm versus that notebook.  I'm not actually interested in your fighting."  She reached into her scrubs pocket and removed a metal spork.  One of the tines was slightly bent.  "I would really prefer to have a civilized conversation," she said neutrally.