[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Moving quietly after the two as he looked over the stone, Harry could only read part of it, which was already enough to make the man more concerned than he already was. He remained relatively quiet as he looked over it, idly brushing his thumb over the writing as he looked between it and Aziza as she pulled the rag away to reveal the gash on her head. He frowned at the sight of it, but wasn't remotely deterred as he moved closer, giving her a slight smile as he took a look at it. He wasn't a doctor but he'd at least gotten a basic idea of injuries in the war, it also meant the blood didn't deter him much at all.

Concluding she would be relatively okay, he let Lauren deal with the treatment as she took the rag and dabbed some alcohol onto it. As the bouncer came out and suggested she go home, Harry nodded to Lauren's suggestion, adding in his own comment. [b][color=686F91]"I'll be happy to walk you home as well, or to Lauren's, if it would make you feel safer."[/color][/b] He assured Aziza quietly. At this point he certainly would've felt responsible if anything further had happened. Glancing down to the rock, he sighed and turned his gaze back toward Aziza.

[b][color=686F91]"There's writing on this, but, I can't read it..."[/color][/b] He explained simply as he held the rock out toward her, a gut feeling told him whatever was written on the stone wasn't exactly a love letter, or not the kind you ever wanted to reply to, anyway. But he felt she certainly had a right to know whatever was on it, he wouldn't figure it out without asking, anyway.

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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 [i]knew[/i] Vera was going to fall on him. There was no telling what it was, in fact it really was a guess more than anything, but there was just something about this kind of situation, the way fate had made this happen that he knew there was no way in hell Vera was going to get down from that precarious spot without falling ontop of him. And lo and behold, it didn't take long for that very reality to come true. 

Things essentially went into slow motion for William when her heel slipped on the ladder. He should've kicked into over-drive, let go of the ladder and caught hold of her in a graceful, action-hero-esque manner. Except, none of that happened. He staggered back a moment and flung out his arms, almost losing his balance himself before he caught her, falling back onto the ground and his back as he groaned, the woman sitting on his chest and her hands grabbing his hair as if she was holding onto him for dear life. Hitting the ground hard, he groaned loudly and coughed a little, her having knocked the wind out of him as he lay there, looking up at her before a book that fell off the shelf landed on his face, prompting another groan.

[b][color=FFE2AA]"Ow."[/color][/b] He grumbled quietly as Vera finally got up and off him and immediately apologised, moving to stand, he dusted himself off, looking between the Major and her, as if stunned by her show of concern. [b][color=FFE2AA]"Oh don't worry, i'm still in one piece, know you'd be losin' sleep otherwise."[/color][/b] He smirked roguishly, showing that he was well and truly no worse for wear right off the cuff.