[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Feeling Aziza's hand on his arm, Harry glanced down to it before looking back up at her. He smiled softly, gently setting his other hand over her own to return the gentle squeeze as he looked back toward Vera as she stood. He was pleased to see the woman had come to, and that the situation was being resolved. Ideally, herself and the American would be able to resolve whatever it was that may have been going on between them in a more private setting, rather than the rather dramatic, public setting they had been involved in at that moment. As William swept Vera off her feet, and their party began to leave the room, he raised an eyebrow, it seemed that the American at least, didn't seem to care much for how public their business was.

Hearing Aziza's voice again, he turned back toward her, giving her a soft smile as he nodded, heading back over toward the table as he sat beside her. What was left of his breakfast was somewhat cold now, between helping Aziza get her own and the ordeal with lady Vera, he hadn't been able to enjoy its freshness. He didn't mind too much however, Harry was far more used to cold, wet, half-cooked and usually appalling food, that a well-cooked and prepared breakfast, cold or otherwise, was still a luxury to the man as he picked up his fork and went back about enjoying his meal. 

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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]

Carrying Vera along and out of the cafeteria, William didn't mind her insistence upon a chaperone too much, simply following behind the medic as he kept a gentle hold upon Vera in his arms, glancing down toward Lauren as she spoke up towards him. He gave her a nod, recalling that he'd only briefly met her the night before. He was, at the very least, pleased to have been introduced with a first name, rather than yet another title he was supposed to remember or care about. [b][color=FFE2AA]"William, i'd give you a hand to shake but they're both a little full with clumsy, here."[/color][/b] He smiled smugly, seeming pleased with himself for his quip as he glanced down to Vera.

When his eyes met her however, his smug grin quickly disappeared. He felt odd, holding her and watching her there, that brief feeling of jealousy returned, but it was overridden yet again by another feeling in his chest. It was a warm feeling, like he wanted to laugh but no joke had been told, he wasn't exactly sure what it was. It certainly couldn't have come from the fact he was holding her, no, William had been with many women in far more intimate situations than this, but he'd never had a feeling quite like this one. He pushed the feeling away for the time being however, he had no time to fuss over what was wrong with himself as he spoke up toward Vera this time.

[b][color=FFE2AA]"You're alright, aren't you?"[/color][/b] The comment did not come with any snarkiness or sarcasm, in fact, perhaps for the first time since they had met, William seemed to be speaking to Vera with a genuine sense of concern in his voice. His eyes were locked on hers, watching her closely as he walked and waited for her answer. Although he was sure the medic would insist that she was fine, he wanted to know from her what was wrong, though he doubted even she knew, or would care to tell him.