[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Harry gave Aziza a somewhat forced smile, it was curious to find someone so eager and happy to listen and interested to get to know his troubles not for the noteworthiness of them, but for how they may have actually been affecting him. In most cases, he was dismissed, most others assumed it was just 'shell-shock', that it'd all pass in a short enough time. Hearing her make such a legitimate offer was not only refreshing, it was unexpected. He realised after a moment he'd been rather dumb-foundedly staring at her and nodded slowly, smiling. [b][color=686F91]"I appreciate it."[/color][/b] He said simply.

He chuckled at her next comment, and was about to speak up again when he heard Lauren pipe up with her suggestion. He paused for a moment before chuckling again rather awkwardly, having not expected such a comment, though he'd seen the two talking before, and figured fairly well that they were friends, taking the comment rather light-heartedly as he looked back toward Aziza as she explained her comment. Waving his hand in a slightly dismissive manner, he kept his smile.

[b][color=686F91]"It's quite alright, it would take a great deal more than that to make me uneasy."[/color][/b] He assured her quietly, taking another long drink of his first whisky, setting it down as he finished it off and moving onto the next one as he listened to the two chatting, offering Lauren a friendly smile though the two hadn't properly met. He made no effort to intrude on the conversation, simply being polite now as he remained where he was. 

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

He rolled his eyes as he listened to her. [b][color=FFE2AA]"Oh don't give me that, you're just a little upset I didn't bring you along on my adventure, figured it might be a nice romantic gesture, huh?"[/color][/b] He pointed at her accusingly as he spoke, a smirk on his face as he only seemed amused by her anger as she stood there. He could see a new reply bubbling to the surface, ready for it just as the old coot suddenly burst through the door, making William rather suddenly take hold of one of the guns in his holster, not drawing it yet however.

He did feel Vera jump behind him however, feeling her hands on his arm he, unintentionally of course, flexed slightly in a reaction as he watched the old man closely, seeming to relax somewhat as Vera stepped out from around him, establishing quickly just who the man was. Rolling his eyes as she once more brought up the ruin, he shook his head. [b][color=FFE2AA]"It was nothing, not like I planned on it anyway, so it's just unfortunate."[/color][/b] He shrugged with a smirk, reaching out to take Reginald's hand in a firm shake.

[b][color=FFE2AA]"Cowboy heroics are my speciality, William Drake, Archaeologist."[/color][/b] He glanced toward Vera, expecting an inevtiable scoff at him using the title for himself as he watched Reginald move over to Vera's desk. Moving closer, mostly out of curiosity, he peered down to the card, watching closely as the man drew and completely missing the significance of the fact the man had seen it as well. [b][color=FFE2AA]"Oh hey, I had a dream with this thing."[/color][/b] He commented, plainly and, rather dumbly.