[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Standing alongside Aziza and the Lord-Major as they went back and forth deciding how best to help Vera. The medic was supposedly on their way, but the more Harry looked down at Vera, the less he figured the medic would actually have been needed. Chances were, he expected the medic to arrive, say everything was fine, and move on. Still, he supposed it was worth having someone look into it, someone didn't just faint for no reason, even if the actual reason was far more say, psychological, than medical. Sighing, he shook his head as he looked down to Vera, turning his gaze back toward Aziza as Lauren moved to give Vera a whiff of the spirits.

Harry's attention was momentarily piqued as he turned his gaze over toward Haakon and Josephine. He only heard their discussion in passing, frankly not paying much attention as they spoke towards each other. He did not say anything just yet, though he appreciated as he looked around that no one outside of their little cadre seemed to have noticed the ongoing discussion. He wasn't sure why they would discuss it so openly, when it came to the disclosure agreement or otherwise, having seemingly random people open to hearing suggestions of a 'curse' or 'visions' - even Harry wasn't exactly too keen on talking about it privately, or to himself. He shook the thought from his mind however, turning his gaze back down to Vera as he waited.

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

Although William noticed that the green colour to Vera's skin had disappeared (and now presently had begun to occupy his own face), his look of concern didn't falter as he looked down at the woman, watching as Lauren moved closer to wave the bottle under her nose. He'd had such a treatment before, mostly on the journey over to Egypt from the States. Travelling with a number of raucous American treasure hunters like himself had been considerably more stress on his liver than William had initially hoped for when he came to Cairo. If anything, treatment like this - which had usually resulted in a rapidly over-turned stomach - was one of the reasons he'd split from the gentlemen he'd befriended on his trip over.

Alas, Vera was not under this kind of stress due to an intake of alcohol, or at least, he assumed she was not, unless of course her and Peter had decided to slip off for a bit of a champagne breakfast to celebrate his proposal. Considering his sense of frustration and envy at that time, he certainly wouldn't have ruled out that as a possibility. He did try to shake the thought from his mind however, the less stress which entered his mind at that point, the better. Sighing, he shook his head and just looked back down to Vera, waiting for her to recover from her current malady.