[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Hospital
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James met Sapphire’s glare with a confused one. He still wasn’t really sure why she decided to dislike him immediately; as far as he was aware, he hadn’t done anything specific to upset her outside of giving her the honest truth. He hadn’t voiced any of his prior opinions specifically to avoid upsetting her but apparently he couldn’t even do that right. He’d have to think a little more on that. Making enemies out of the people he was going to be working with was the last thing he wanted to do but apparently the good doctor made a judgement about him. He couldn’t resist a soft sigh at the thought but that wasn’t something to be considering right now.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“That’s niffy.”[/color] James commented on her ice slide, following it quickly to the car and holding open the door for everyone else to plie in first. If the police showed up, he felt confident he could eat a few bullets without straining the Underground’s thinly spread resources already. As long as someone was willing to dig the metal out of him of course. Hopefully, Sapphire’s commitment to the Hippocratic Oath applied to more than enemies. He looked at the unconscious blaster and bit back another sigh. He;d seen what the man could do to support pillars. Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to find out what he could do to a van going 75 down a highway.