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~ [i]Noted Presence[/i] ~ [/center]

Quickly, Shaun took the handbook from Krista as she shuffled her way onto his position in the Court. He was still thankful to her for looking after him after everything, and as such passed onto a small, relatively meagre smile, the best he could manage, as she made her way back to her respective place.

He listened on, trying his best to wrap his head around the case. If an idea popped into his head, he hesitated, looking upon Cyrus, remembering the way the last trial played out. No idea he had presented was useful, and in the aftermath of everything her found it difficult to bring himself to say anything for fear of being shouted at. But even without that threat, the words caught in his throat; he had no idea what to say, nor do, not after everything had happened. 

The colour drained from his face as Mary came to him. Her accusation took a second to register, before the sudden realisation of what it implicated struck him like a bulldozer.
[colour=SlateBlue]"Wh-wh-what..?! N-no, th-th-that's not..! I-it w-wasn't..!"[/colour] his face flushed a deeper colour than could have possibly been imagined, and eventually he just stopped talking, sinking his face into his scarf.

With his eyes closed, he a took a breath, attempting to steady himself. His eyes scanned the other Infinite's cauotiouslsly, no doubt meeting their eyes as they allowed at him.
[colour=SlateBlue]"M-Marianne... a-approached me a few d-days ago... she was... w-worried about her n-note, s-so she spoke to m-me, someone sh-she said she c-could trust... w-we scheduled to m-meet at my room... th-that was where I-I was heading, wh-when..."[/colour] he trailed off, avoiding the eyes of everyone as best he could.