Paul looked at the people gathering around a form. " Do you guys need some help with him? " Paul asked his American accent was clear and he thought about hiding it but did not really care enough at the moment to try and hide it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vile and held it out. Paul's nose was still bleeding and he pressed the sleeve of his robe to it in a lame attempt to stop the bleeding. "It will help with the pain." Paul said lamely not wanting to get into his project, That evolved a flying skate board and the roof tops of London.