[h2]Oswald Connolly- Fallout[/h2] 

Groaning at the suddenly booming group of people, Oswald delivered a lopsided smile to Gren's announcement. While he enjoyed the trip to Sapphire's uncle's bar, he was neither up for a rerun, or for any other recreational activities that night. Turning to Shirou and Gren, Oswald shook his head. "I'll have to skip out on this one. Got my share of song and booze last night." Turning to Sapphire, he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Looks like you're in over your head with this one." 

Diamond's response to the situation with Cobalt was...to be expected. He was a bit surprised at the venom with which she spoke, but they'd hardly met on good terms. He understood the girl's reluctance to blindly follow another person after their mission. "She might be able to use a little restraint and tact as well....but she isn't wrong. One errant shell got a few dozen people killed. The members who are no longer here killed all but one of them, I believe. Diamond kept her hands clean of it all, as she was on reconnaissance when the first shot went out." 

Sighing at the realization that he wasn't going to escape that line of thought any time soon, he leaned back in his chair. "That's why. I don't know exactly what living on the streets was like for her, but the prickly pears tend to have reasons for their thorns. It just takes a careful hand to avoid getting stabbed."