[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
[img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d03fc8a9229db3193e86bfc3b3c8b536/tumblr_nkhkysMc5r1uokpato5_540.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Grand Continental Hotel[/center][hr]

Harry raised an eyebrow at the reporter's comments, he had thought of it himself, being able to continue his own book would have been nice, but he had no intention to actually ask about it. He supposed perhaps that the man's journalistic spirit insisted upon him asking such a question. He didn't comment regarding it however, but did take note of Aziza's rather odd reaction to the man's comments. He saw how she seemed to get distracted, concerned, and then suddenly spoke up in such a frantic and panicked manner. 

As she moved to take off, he reached out as if to stop her but she had already slipped away from his grasp and been halted by the Lord-Captain who stood by the door. It was disheartening to see Aziza so panicked and afraid, momentarily his thoughts drifted back to the barracks, he wondered if to her he'd seemed in a near-identical situation when plagued with his memories. It was a thought he pushed aside for now, focused on the present as he listened to her speak to the Lord-Captain, and Peter's response in kind. Harry nodded, moving a step or two closer. [b][color=686F91]"No word will get out, you'll be fine, Aziza..."[/color][/b] He assured her with a reassuring smile, but it seems she would not have it.

He didn't need to hear Peter's comment before he began to move, seeing as Aziza took off, Harry quickly pushed by and took off after her, even had he not felt so obliged to keep her safe, he felt he couldn't rightly abandon the woman to her fate as he ran after her, hoping to catch up once she had stopped or at the very least slowed down. [b][color=686F91]"Aziza, wait!"[/color][/b] He called out, hoping at the very least that she would stop to speak to him whilst they were away from the others.