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

Was it the blodd-loss making him not as attentive as he'd been before, or was his mind simply refusing to cooperate because of bad karma? Either way it hadn't occured to Mahendra to actually hand over his ticket to the crew guarding the stairs and not his I.D. In the time it took for his poor brain to come up with that master plan, Mahendra noticed the smile Lauren gave him after her reply. [Color=007236]"Yes, of course...let us both hope that that doesn't happens then, hopefully?"[/color] Mahendra said with a fatigued smile back, before finally realizing what he should be doing; handing over his ticket. 

Biting through the burning pain that was still in his belly, Mahendra handed over the ticket to the crewman and waited patiently for his judgement. He looked back at Lauren, catching her earlier words. [Color=007236]"Oh do not worry about me, Sadaẏa* Lauren. I've been through...much worse than glass. But...Thank you anyway. You are too kind."[/color] Mahendra turned back once the crewman caught his attention, partially by coughing and calling him by his last name. Apparently, to his understanding, he had access to the Elite Deck due to his role as assistant to Vera. With the ticket stamped and handed back to Mahendra, he started to move forward in the line and up the stairs, but stopped once he realized Lauren possibly wasn't with him. [Color=007236]"May I ask ask to which deck you're assigned to?"[/color] The Bengangli glass-man asked Lauren, waiting up for her and making his way up to the Second Deck once they were together again. Soon, very soon he should have his time of rest, hopefully on a comfortable bed. Yes, that sounded nice.

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

[Color=#255DB3]"What I make of Egypt?"[/color] Richard repeated the question out loud, looking from the young and promising lady Faye who he hoped wouldn't end up in the same shitholes he'd been in, and turned his gaze out and up into the North-African sky. [Color=#255DB3]"On the one hand, it sure ain't Brooklyn. I'm sweating like a nervous pig in a Greek butcher house, most people give me a funny look that I don't like, and...I don't know."[/color] Richard looked down again as he pulled out his sunglasses and put them on his bandaged nose, looking back at Faye. [Color=#255DB3]"I'd rather not go on vacation just yet, got too much at my plate right now."[/color]

That much was true. He had plenty of unfinished business back in the States. Unpayed bills, unsolved cases, but most importantly a missing girl. His girl. Going off to the other side of the world while Elise was still missing. Stolen like an apple by a starving street kid. Richard sighed, looking up from his soon-to-be worn out shoes and back up at Faye as she started to move towards the stairs leading down. It was time for the first meal of the day for the hungry detective. [Color=#255DB3]"On the other hand, it doesn't smell as bad. Plenty of interesting people out here, like you said. And the food isn't too bad. Frankly I'm just waiting for someone to attempt to rob us. You know what they say; the more things change, the more they stay the same."[/color] Richard continued his conversation, cutting the distance between him and Faye until he was beside her. [Color=#255DB3]"You're not thinking of staying here after this is done, alone?"[/color]