[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Glancing over to Aziza as they walked, he noticed the look of concern on her face as she pulled her shawl up. Glancing around, thoughts trailed through his mind as he watched the crowd. With the streets so busy it was easy enough to be lost in the crowd, but one could still stand out well enough if they let themselves, not being in tune enough with the mood, or being interesting enough to garner attention, well, that would probably not work in their favour if it was their desire to remain relatively incognito, he figured it would have been best if they truly blended in.

Hearing her words as she spoke up again, he glanced over and gave a slight nod, before speaking quietly in a voice only she could hear. [b][color=686F91]"Follow my lead, hm?"[/color][/b] Not giving her a particularly long amount of time to adjust to that, he shifted his hand out from hers and slipped his arm around her waist, holding her close to him as he reached up with his free hand to adjust his collar somewhat, making his jacket messier than it was as he let out a sudden laugh, taking on the facade of a triumphant, and possibly drunken soldier, leading a 'lady of the night' as it were, through the streets. He was used enough to seeing drunken soldiers, and soldiers in this exact position, it had been common among his unit when they were in Cairo, so he hoped it'd be enough to let the two properly blend in as he led her towards his home.

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] The Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

Yawning as he heard the door open over his shoulder, William turned as his eyes set upon Neema, Nora, and Vera coming up behind them. He had moved to remove his feet from the desk and stand to greet them, but not before Vera caught sight of it as she stormed over. Sighing, he stood and was not surprised as she began to scold him for his overindulgence of her office, and poor etiquette. He was, however, caught off guard when she suddenly stopped mid-rant. Looking down at her as he stood there, he glanced to the desk where she had been looking, seeing the frame which, in his callousness, had not noticed before he put his feet there. Seeing the picture, his heart sank.

Guilt was not a feeling with which William was accustomed, he had not been raised in the kind of environment where he cared much for it, and his adult life had been passed through with little regard for how his consequences impacted others. However, in that instant, as he saw the photo, and indeed, what he had done to it, he felt a wretched, twisting guilt in his gut, and he felt sick. He saw the tears on Vera's face, and the feeling only got worse, hearing her words, he opened his mouth to say something, anything, to convey how genuinely guilty the man felt, but he could find no words to argue, to posture, to do anything. Standing there, mouth agape for only a moment, he finally managed to stammer out a simple; [b][color=FFE2AA]"I'm sorry..."[/color][/b] In a surprisingly shaky tone, before he turned toward the door.

In almost any other instance, he would have argued her insistence that he leave, he would have lingered, waited for her to get over whatever was troubling her, or worse - joke about it, but in that moment he knew far better than to argue or to try and explain his misstep. Uttering a simple pardon and nod toward Nora and Neema, he slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him as he stood outside for a few more moments, sighing before he began to wander, rather aimlessly through the halls, waiting, and hoping that horrid feeling in his gut would disappear.