[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Museum (Archives)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	The hip check that Neema gave to the shelving was a telling thing. A heavy crate stacked upon a stable shelf really only had the potential to fall if the shelf gave way, which it did not, or if it was acted upon by a force outside of itself. Something had to move the murderous crate. A proper investigator would be able to suss out the events of the hour. Reginald was not quite so much a crime solver as he was an old soldier. Right now, this old soldier had a social duty to perform, such as it was. 

	Concerning the offer to put something flammable into Josephine, Reginald flashed a warm smile as he assisted the starlet toward the exit, and hopefully back up to the main floor. He pat his chest, the report of a hollow metal sound indicating that he had something of his own to add to the young lady's tea, if she so desired a snort of more or less decent whiskey. Hell, he could go for three or so, himself. [color=b8860b]"Yes, Lady Munn's office sounds like the proper spot to clear our heads. If necessary, perhaps we might persuade the caretakers of this fine museum to lend us the use of lobby chairs, or some such, if necessary."[/color] Reginald sighed. He was still carrying that clipboard with the inventory request forms. With his free hand, he tucked the item into the back of his waistband, and continued giving Josephine an assist back upstairs.