[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Cairo, Egypt
[b]Skills:[/b]N/a[/center][hr]
	Bart didn't like being ignored, but for him to pretend for even a second that he was by any metric brave enough to continue to question Gio would be a gross misrepresentation of the truth. He shook his head, and figured he might find a way to more tactfully look for concrete answers. In the mean time, all he could, and should focus on was getting out of this heat and finding Alicia.  He looked at Gio, trying to get a read on the Emendator, see if he was angry or upset with him at all. If anything, he looked slightly annoyed, which Bart considered to be least unfavorable outcome. That didn't mean of course, that he would press thew issue. It was about this time, that he finally did speak, causing Bartholomew to jump a little where he stood. He was initally confused by his words, but that subsided when he saw her.

	There she was, up against the wall, with a plank digging deep into her side. He cringed, look away for a second while Gio rushed over to her. Swallowing hard, he steadied himself, and got on Alicia's side, gingerly kneeling down next to her, ready to help get her up when she was ready. "[color=97e23b]I-I'm sorry.[/color]" He said looking between Gio and her, "[color=97e23b]Tell me how best to help, I uh...[/color]" He looked back at Alicia's eyes, not usually somebody to be uncomfortable around blood, but the extremity of the situation was frankly almost too much for him. "[color=97e23b]I've never been around anything like this.[/color]" He could smell the metallic scent of her blood, even if he was actively look away from it at this point. He felt dizzy, trying to keep focused, but finding it too abhorrent to manage. He looked for anything to distract himself, his discomfort almost palpable.

	Bart's mind briefly flashed back to one of his college days. The closest he'd even been to something like this, was when he found a student at the bottom of a stairwell, having apparently taken a spill. The kid was bleeding out of his forehead pretty bad, and he ended up with a concussion, but that's wasn't half as gory as this. Alicia looked like something out of a movie, at least to him. If there was one thing he knew, however, it was that throwing up right now would have been the worst possible thing, from the threat of contamination, to the sheer annoyance he would surely elicit from the two of them if he showed such weakness. He just tried to steel himself best he could, and force himself onto autopilot, just needing to get the three of them back to camp as soon as he could.