[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Main Deck: Lounge -> Stairs leading to Second Deck
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr] 

Mahendra, having somehow steadied himself on the aforementioned chair, managed to stand straight with the assistance of Lauren and gave one last smile and nod to everyone around the table. He made sure to give the approriate attention to George and his sister Gene as they were introduced and wish of a good rest. [Color=007236]"Thank you, Mr. Benaszewski, and good to make your..."[/color] Mahendra started, but had to focus a tad more at the last word. [Color=007236]"...acquaintance, Miss."[/color] He finished, before holding that little firmer to Lauren's hold on him with his one hand as he started moving. The other hand rumaged through his pocket for the ticket, his ticket. No good would ever come from taking the wrong room. [Color=007236]"Second Deck. It would seem that I have a portside view from my room. That's good, I suppose?"[/color] 

The Main Deck was starting to thin out ever so slightly for various reasons it would seem, but Mahendra was still taking it slow, even with the assistance of Lauren. [Color=007236]"I hope you understand that I...appriciate you helping me, Lauren. Were the tables turned around, I assure you I would have done the same...Unless that would be innaproriate of me, of course."[/color] Mahendra flustered at the last part, imagining what it could have looked like had it been the other way around; What would people have said and thought? But for now his mind mostly focused on the prospect of a good, soft bed to lay down on. As he came to the stairs leading up from the Main Deck and up to the Second Deck, one of the ship's crew stopped him to ask him about his identification, surely to make sure that the wrong people didn't gain access to places they weren't meant to be. 

[Color=007236]"Mahendra Huq Zalil. My identification? Of course, please just give a moment..."[/color] Mahendra answered the crewman's inquiry, searching his pockets for his wallet and pulling out his British-Indian passport for him to check. Hopefully the glass hadn't made the passport photograph unrecognizable. So for good measure, he pulled out his ticket as well.

[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Second Deck: Starboard railings
[Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] N/A[/center][hr] 

Richard gave off a heavy sigh, heavy like a grand piano getting dropped by some Polish workers getting yelled at by an Irish landlord on Perry Street, ten stories straight down onto the pavement and all the way down into the sewers. He should have expected Faye to give the screaming some supernatural abilities, which he was one hundred percent sure it wasn't. Plenty of people had screamed back in Little Egypt back home, and you didn't see any ghosts flying off into the closest mosque, church, synagogue or ancient temple across the sea, now did you? But she did at least have a point, partially. [Color=#255DB3]"Staying clear of that person, now that is a horse I can bet on. I'd rather keep my sense of hearing for a few more years."[/color] 

The steamboat started moving up (or down?) the river Nile, and so it would seem its passangers did; following the current flow of human winds to wherever they were wanted or wanted to go. Richard looked at the various people down on the lower deck and the deck around him, having the equivelant of an internal Battle of the Somme on a question that neither answer was ultimately good; Was it time for another sigarette? The Detective shoved his hand down his pocket, pulled up the battered box of cheap, Egyptian cigarettes and looked into the pocket. Like the last bullets in his well-used .38 in a dodgy alleyway without any proper name, they were there but best saved for later. The hound inside him was getting something else to feast on. [Color=#255DB3]"Say Faye, are you up for something to eat? If you're lucky, one of those Army Chaps will too? Just as a good sign, you know."[/color]