[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkgoldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Sun Deck)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Insomuch as Reginald did [i]not[/i] like being corrected by an enlisted man, he was forced to consider that the man was correct. Vera was in better hands with a polished crew than with his present improvisational planning, let alone the execution of said planning by the lanky Corporal. At least, that's what he thought until the Captain's men dropped a lifeboat onto Vera's current location. The immediate back-and-forth between himself and the startlingly inappropriate Miss Benaszewski took a rapid backseat to this new piece of fresh drama unfolding before his eyes, stopping anything he may have said before it ever began. Point of fact, his face was pointed at Gene, mouth slightly agape as the words best describing his assessment of the young lady's behavior were at the threshold of utterance when he heard the rope part with itself. He [i]froze[/i]. Directly in place, nary a muscle twitch until he turned his entire body back toward the scene. His finger was in premium wagging position, and his face still held the very chiseled detail of just the appropriate amount of indignation, but both were as still as if Medusa herself exerted her granite influence upon the man. 

	[color=b8860b]"Oh, my."[/color] he uttered. While the words did not seem up to the task of describing his dread in that second, the tomb-like way in which it was voiced certainly did. Tabasco-wrapped horror emanated from him in that moment, and remained clinging to his bowels with spicy teeth until he heard from the lady herself, waving from below. [color=b8860b]"By Jove and stone the bloody crows... Vera! Thank heavens you're intact! You'll be the death of us both, young lady!"[/color] Reginald took a moment to allow his aging heart to slow some before deciding what he should do next. It might involve scotch. Better to wait until he saw that the Lady Munn was pulled upon the vessel with his own eyes, though, before he did anything at all. And pray that Haring was detained elsewhere until at least Vera was settled in, following her ordeal. 



[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkkhaki][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Elite Deck)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	When someone who outranks you as utterly as the Lord Major gives you the one word summary of "Dismissed", it's time to go away. Add to this that the lady whom Reddish still couldn't believe actually wished to remain in his company took him by his arm (even after his temporary shift back into his professional demeanor), lead him in the direction of her stateroom. Granted, he was still under orders to inspect and had his own to visit as well, but it was still a highlight in the proper context. Regardless of the circumstances from a fully objective standpoint, he allowed himself to study the bright eyes and charming smile of the woman with him, using the image to blot out some of the horror to which he had just inadvertently been party. 

	[color=bdb76b]"Oh [i]indeed[/i], Miss Clarke. Indeed, quite the evening! Well-described as a hayride through a minefield, this. I'll tell you, [i]possible watery death aside[/i], this has been the most stellar evening I've had since coming to Egypt, if you don't mind my waxing on a bit. Absolutely brilliant. Except, again, well... Lady Munn."[/color] His face fell somewhat. He spoke again with quieter, more introspective syllables, [color=bdb76b]"It's probably best if I keep to my deck for a while unless acting officially. Or at least stay out of sight for a while, if you take my meaning. Hmm..."[/color] He shook his head. [color=bdb76b]"We'll see how things are after she's on board and dried off, then. For right now, you and I..."[/color] 

	The Corporal's voice trailed off as he nonverbally insisted upon entering the room first. They were there to inspect a possible break in, not for social purposes, and he was the guy in uniform. Propriety spoke to his entering before the lady, just in case something was amiss. The sudden winding down of Reddish's speech turned to sharp silence as the door prematurely swung open, the key only halfway into the lock. Whatever emotion lay within his features before, be it worry over Vera or the warm feeling he drew from Josephine, or even the respectful obedience he showed Reginald, all evaporated within that instant. It was replaced with a quiet, cold readiness birthed of trench experience. 

	Reddish raised one hand to ward Josephine back and drew his service revolver with the other. Everything looked fine inside of the room at first glance. That was what bothered him.