[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
[img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d03fc8a9229db3193e86bfc3b3c8b536/tumblr_nkhkysMc5r1uokpato5_540.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Grand Continental Hotel[/center][hr]

Hearing the reporter's voice over his shoulder, Harry stopped as he reached the stairs to glance back at the man, giving him a nod. [b][color=686F91]"It was nothing, truly, I just hope Aziza will be able to get a good night's rest with this distress dealt with."[/color][/b] He'd say coolly, remaining where he was as he spotted the Lord Major approaching, nodding his head toward the man as he listened to him as he spoke. [b][color=686F91]"Of course, Lord-Major, far be it from me to say otherwise, you ar a friend of Miss Tarek's, and have as much a right as I to come assure her safety and comfort."[/color][/b] He said with the utmost politeness. He may have been retired, but he could not help but speak to the Lord-Major in the manner that he would any other commanding officer back when he was in the service.

Moving back up the stairs, Harry saw Aziza open the door for them as they reached her room, moving into the room, he gently set a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it in a comforting manner as he stepped aside, letting the other gentlemen into the room as he stood behind Aziza now, taking the position of a guardian of sorts, he had taken her as his charge that night after all, and he'd be damned if he shirked on his guard even in the presence of such warm company.