[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Feeling Aziza's fingers wrap around his own sent a cool, relaxing feeling through him as he sat there, smiling over at her as he nodded his head slowly. It was still odd to see her acting in such a way. He recalled the first few times they spoke, she was considerably more distant then than she was now, she had started to trust him more, at least in his mind, and he was pleased to see it. He opened his mouth to thank her again, but recalling her own words he forced himself not to, quietly chuckling to himself as he watched her turn her gaze back toward Lauren.

He listened to the two of them, raising an eyebrow as they brought up the comment of their dreams. It was curious to him at the coincidence, but he didn't say anything yet, remaining quiet as he glanced down to her hand once she had removed it, realising how long it had rested there, he let out another awkward chuckle and nodded to her question. [color=686F91]"I would be happy to, I could probably use a break from writing, honestly..."[/color][/b] Writing had become more and more difficult as time went on. The stress piled up the more he wrote and things became harder to recall, things became blurred and he tended to daydream more, something which was never a good thing in his mind.

His thoughts were rather suddenly broken then by the object flying past his head and toward Aziza, he hadn't even noticed the yelling beforehand as he watched her fall. In an instant he was on his feet, instinctively reaching into his jacket as his fingers wrapped around his gun, letting Lauren move to tend to Aziza as his eyes set on the man being escorted out. For a moment he had an intense desire to chase the man out, to beat him to a pulp, but he fought to keep that rage down, the rage he'd harnessed over a number of years. He sighed, letting go of the weapon and keeping it in his jacket as he watched Lauren move her toward the back, reaching down to pick up what had been thrown, idly looking over it as he followed the pair back.

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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]

William scoffed as Vera snapped at him, a smirk on his face as she did so. [b][color=FFE2AA]"I'll have you know I secured and absolutely pric- uhhhh, fantastic find."[/color][/b] It was an effort for him not to say 'priceless' - knowing it'd fit right into he argument. William in fact, agreed that he was a treasure hunter more than an archaeologist. However, he saw an opportunity to irritate the woman before him by claiming the title of archaeologist instead, and so he would keep it with pride, for as long as it frustrated her.

As she got back onto the topic of the drawing the Lord Major had produced, he watched her fairly closely, listening as she began to go through what exactly it was. William may have been far more interested in the price of whatever the artifact was, but he was still a student of history, in many cases it was what could be learned about an artifact that made it worth pursuing, whether or not it held a major price to it. Watching as she began to climb up the ladder, he sighed almost exasperatedly as it began to rock, her clumsiness was all too common.

Moving over relatively quickly along with Reginald, he put his hands on the ladder, gazing up to Vera as he carefully began to try and shift it back against the bookshelves. He kept himself in a position and his eyes on her so that he could quickly move from holding the ladder to try and catch her if she did fall however, keeping any snarky comments for when she was safe.