[@Saint Girralo][@Absolis]
[h3]Jonathan Joestar[/h3]
Despite a valiant effort on the part of the injured man, it was evident he wouldn't be going anywhere on his own two feet. If that was the case, Jonathan would simply have to carry him. Employing his impressive strength, the young Joestar easily hoisted the man up and onto his shoulders, allowing him to more easily support the weight. Already aware of the med-bay's location, Jonathan immediately set off towards it at a brisk jog, hoping the man would cling to life for just a few moments longer.

A short time later, Jonathan came barreling into the med-bay, his 'cargo' still resting upon his shoulders. Before the medical staff could even respond to his entrance, he'd already set the man down upon the nearest empty bed, and declared they were in need of immediate medical attention. Thankfully, it didn't take long for the staff to regain their composure and set about stabilizing the man's condition posthaste.

Confident that the man was in good hands, Jonathan allowed himself to relax. In regard to the injured man, JoJo had overheard one of the doctors referring to him as 'Roy Mustang.' [i]So that's his name. I'll have to make sure to introduce myself properly when he awakes.[/i] Until then, Jonathan had other matters to attend to, chief among them being the door he'd recently demolished. According to an idle member of the med-bay staff, the laboratory's owner was a lady by the name of 'Kokonoe.' [i]A peculiar name. Oriental, perhaps?[/i] For a reason unknown to him, the staff member seemed almost fearful at the mention of her. While moderately suspicious, Jonathan could see little sense in being afraid of a potential comrade-in-arms. [i]What's the worst that could happen, anyway?[/i]


After taking a moment to decipher the inner workings of his standard-issue portable communication device, Jonathan made an attempt to open a line with Kokonoe.

"Hello, is this working properly? If you're hearing this, Miss Kokonoe, I have something to tell you. I, Jonathan Joestar, would like to apologize for, shall I say, destroying part of your laboratory. I assure you it was for a good reason, and I'd be open to talking this over with you in a civil manner. Perhaps over a pot of tea, if that strikes your fancy?"