Damn it all, of course they had to ask about Scotland. Admittedly it was a bit of a flimsy explanation, and hadn't even been originally included in his alibi. Tora figured his accent might have made him stick out otherwise so had added that to his story at the last moment. Rather quickly it was causing more problems than it was solving, and now he had to scramble for some kind of explanation. "You know... Scotland hasn't exactly been all that great lately," he answered lamely, wondering precisely if that was even true or not. Well, not backing out of his lie now. "And my family there... Not the greatest. Father was laid off of work so he was home a lot, kind of an ass to be honest. With mum at work and dad... Indisposed, I had a hell of a time trying to watch after things. It ended up being too much, so I moved over here to Maine to live with some relatives." That would have to be the story he'd stick to, any more specific than that and he'd really be struggling. The truth of the situation couldn't be further from his claims, but he couldn't quite share the truth either. For now this would suffice, at least until it was safe to show otherwise. Even then, only Jocelyn would know who he really was.

Tora was a bit surprised to not hear a quip out of Jocelyn for some time thereafter. Normally every time he had spoken prior she had wholeheartedly questioned, snapped at it or tried to put down whatever came out of his mouth. It was a curious change of pace, and admittedly a nice one. The Princess probably ran all out of fire, tuckered herself out from all of the arguing. That's what he figured anyways, turns out he was pretty far from the truth. Hearing the worry in Aidan's tone he immediately looked in Jocelyn's direction to see what the cause for concern was. The Princess didn't appear to be in any actual danger, but there was something definitely awry with how she was acting. She stared blankly ahead, eyes unblinking even as Tora waved a hand in her face to try and get her to give up the supposed ruse. One of her hands was busily working away on her skirt as well, looking like they were trying to draw something in the fabric of her clothing. It took a second, but quickly enough he realized what she was doing. It was the exact same thing that Eslaria tended to do when in a trance, she was mapping out a vision. Tora hadn't pegged her for picking up her mother's ability, though it made sense. Abilities like that tended to have a lineage, and being the daughter of the Queen it was obvious she'd get it then. Aidan had it right at least, she needed something to write with and some paper. Maybe once she had finished her art he could take a look at it, perhaps make a little sense of what she was drawing. 

"No... No I don't mind sticking around..." Tora replied, not taking his eyes off the Princess. What could she possibly be having a vision of? And how often did she have these? This could prove to be a little troublesome, especially if he saw something that might not bode well for his task. He was well aware that changing anything pictured in a vision could be catastrophic, and so anything that he might see would come to pass whether he liked it or not. It was uneasy though, in a way, he could very well see his own death written down on paper. Smirking at the thought he turned back around, shaking his head as he looked forward again. [i]Listen to me... Acting like I give a damn...[/i] he mused, gazing out the passenger's window. [i]I know damn well I'll die doing this, just not when. It's not like her vision is going to change that.[/i] If he became her personal guard he would damn well die protecting her too, that was how the title went. He lived to die, if that made any sense. In a position like that Tora figured it was helpful to have such a sharp and sarcastic disposition like his, it helped take the edge off of things. It was easy to joke about things too, like dying, especially if they seemed so far off at the time.