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[color=gray]"[b][color=7ea7d8]No, I don't quite think I've got the nerve for a walk through the Wildes.[/color][/b]" He mused in response, gaze finally flickering to the darkness of the woods beyond them. He could not imagine many who wandered into those woods voluntarily came out in much the same order. Simon may not have minded gambling with his life every so often but he knew an unsafe bet when he saw one and it seemed it was best to avoid the woods without any companions if he could help it. The howling of the wind made the hair at the back of his neck stand, it made him fold his arms over his chest. 

"[b][color=7ea7d8]Perhaps when it's brighter out.[/color][/b]" He added jokingly, mostly over his expedition into the alleyway. 

He had committed the mad man's words to memory but he realized it would do him no good to ponder "what ifs" about the problem. He had made it out alive and unscathed, which was all he could really ask for at the moment. There was hardly any investigative journalism to be done if he was left to bleed out in an alleyway-- of course, that kind of thought would only lead to more pondering. He shook it off just in time to listen to the approach of the carriage, the rattle of wheels and the falling of hooves. 

He instinctively looked towards the woods, relieved that they wouldn't be waiting much longer but instead saw-- [i]nothing[/i] because he was looking in the wrong direction. He looked back towards the streets just as the coachman shouted from the head, the horses pulling to an uneasy stop before them. He had frozen at the approach, cigarette half-finished in his mouth as he took in the coachman before them. A loud voice was what he noticed first, assertive and clear in how it spoke. A white mask, long and bird-like beneath very auburn hair- like [i]fire[/i]. Fire seemed to suit [i]this[/i] man quite well.

And if [i]he[/i] was burning then it was clear Miss White was ice.
She [i]immediately[/i] seemed uncomfortable upon his approach which in turn made [i]Simon[/i] uncomfortable. This young lady hadn't so much as [i]flinched[/i] upon meeting two strangers in the darkness but now that she was facing down with someone who seemingly recognized her-- a [i]doctor[/i], no less, she seemed unhappy to be in his presence. As much as Simon desperately wanted to get to Wilde Hall as quickly as possible, he couldn't bring himself to imply this stranger should have to get in a carriage with someone who clearly made her feel unsafe.

[i]Curse-it.[/i]

He wanted to know why she was reluctant, his instinct was to pry but not while Doctor Green was waiting for them to join him. He decidedly wouldn't be joining the doctor unless Miss White seemed set on it. [i]So much for an early arrival.[/i] He thought, wanting to shake his head. [i]Kindness and nosiness seldom go hand in hand but here you are.[/i] 

He glanced to Miss White, cleared his throat and spoke in an almost undertone. "[b][color=7ea7d8]I don't mind waiting if you don't.[/color][/b]" 

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