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[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color] Grand Vestibule 
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color]  3
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Miss Creme took a step back at Jasper's response to her, and turned her head down a tiny bit. Perhaps she could have chosen her words more carefully, but she doubted the man was stabbed on accident, though she could be wrong. She liked to assume the best in people, and while the Madame had put her off, she didn't want to think she would hurt anybody on purpose. She regretfully admitted to herself, however, that that was, in all probability, the case.She didn't have a good response for Jasper, so she counted her lucky stars that he was quick to be off, evidently having more important things to attend to. 

	Drawing breath, she turned to the two others who had joined her on this endeavor, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "[color=FFBCD9]Um, I could go find that Oliver man.[/color]" She offered, hoping to be able to help. She made a face though, "[color=FFBCD9]I'm not quite sure about what he'd need past bandages though, if you can give me some directive, I'll do my best to follow it[/color]!" She added on. To her, that'd be the best way for her to help. It'd speed up the process of giving the man the help he deserved, while keeping herself safe and away from the situation proper. She moved her gaze between them, hoping they'd appreciate her plan and take her up on it.