[color=0072bc][b]NEMO ALTARE[/b][/color]

He sighed, bending down to scoop up the glasses, leaning back up. [color=0054a6]"They're yours...aren't they? If so, I'd advise you take them...this many feet in one area could prove fatal to such fragile things."[/color] He smiled faintly, trying to cheer her up, [color=0054a6]"...and I doubt you'd want to be connected to potential homicide just yet..."[/color] He looked around, [color=0054a6]"A noisy bunch, this group is...truly despicable to someone like myself..I prefer the quiet. Don't you?"[/color], he continued, trying to coax her out of her shell. [color=0054a6]"As a matter of fact, I'd rather it stopped soon enough, I can take cannon-fire and titan roars, but this parade's going to deafen me..."[/color] Nemo looked over at her again, [color=0054a6]"...Would you take them already? My arm's getting tired of lugging these miniature 50 pounders around."[/color]

He grumbled inside of his mind...doing something good for a change was tiring work...not to mention he was starting to step over the boundaries of his own rules...