[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cca78e]Giosue Zino[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[/center][hr]
Gio didn't expect the portal to seal shut as quickly as it did, but with a second thought, he came to the conclusion that he should have. After all, he couldn't do much more but delay the collapse of the time loop; why wouldn't his other Watch related abilities be weakened as well? It was something of a small miracle that it worked in the first place. Perhaps it went even farther than that however. Maybe all "supernatural" abilities were in a state of flux and liable to fail. But that was a level of contemplation not necessary at that moment. He just resolved to be more judicious than usual moving forward.

Gio wasn't too concerned about his clothes not fitting in. He wore a normal suit, and the styling for a men's three piece hadn't really changed all that much in the 19 years between the current era and that of the Camp. Any differences from style likely wouldn't be noticed unless his outfit was studied more thoroughly than possible with a passing glance or he happened to run into some unexpected fashionista, and even then they could be written off rather easily. Truly, the major issue with his outfit was how hot it was likely to get. It might have been October, but he knew from experience that even then it could still get far toastier than he'd prefer and his suits dark coloration did not help things in the slightest. 

[color=cca78e]"It would be best to avoid engaging any Destruere you may happen to come across, Young Bartholomew. Each and every one of you is too valuable to us. They are dangerous foes and we are under-equipped to lock horns, so to speak. Although I am not saying to not defend yourself if attacked, generally it is better to flee if possible in this hypothetical situation. And ah yes, excellent thinking, Mr. Grady. Do take care on your trip. Stay out of trouble."[/color] At Sophia's question his mind suddenly blanked. At any other moment he would have been able to answer the question with ease, but now it was as if the answer never was there to begin with and his face showed it.

[color=cca78e]"My apologies, Miss Harris. As foolish as it sounds, I can't remember right now. It's as if my keys aren't where I thought they were and now they don't seem to be anywhere in the house."[/color] It only occurred to him after he said it that speaking in a metaphor opened the door to others running with it too far and then confusing the less abstractly minded in the conversation. Oh well, too late now.