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[color=gray]"[b][color=7ea7d8]I think I'll finish another cigarette,[/color][/b]" he responded to auburn-haired gentleman, fishing the pack from his pocket at a leisurely pace. "[b][color=7ea7d8]Don't hold up on my account. We'll certainly see you there.[/color][/b]" It was as polite as he was capable of being, because he wasn't sure he wanted to make an enemy of Doctor Green so early in this game. People tended to appear to Simon on a sliding scale of usefulness and Doctor Green struck him as someone [i]potentially[/i] useful, maybe later on, preferably as far from Miss White as he was capable of being. Simon Hart was not cruel and he could see there was some history between the two and whatever that history was, it was not good.

It might be as simple as a disagreement or as drawn out as a past relationship, there was no way of telling without asking one of them. Which he was considering but now was not the time or the place. Another match struck in the darkness, highlighting his face in bouncing shadows before another cigarette was lit. He watched as Doctor Green waved the hawk-faced man over to join him, took a long drag on the cigarette between his fingers and exhaled tendrils of smoke into the air. Late or not, it was hard not to feel better with a cigarette in his hand.

He didn't imagine it would take [i]too[/i] long for the proper carriage to arrive, long enough for him to try to ask Miss White what the deal with Doctor Green was, at least. Another drag was taken from the cigarette perched in his hand as he watched and waited to see if Mister Strawberry would be keen on taking the faster route to the Hall. He wouldn't blame him, it [i]did[/i] seem inviting before all the warning bells started to go off. He supposed if it turned out that Doctor Green was some kind of grisly murderer, they'd know when they didn't see the hawkish fellow again.

[i]Rather grim.[/i] He squashed the thought before he could expand on it. [i]I'm sure he's not dangerous.[/i]

And at any rate, Mister Strawberry seemed capable. He didn't know why but he got the impression that the man had seen some things in his time. He didn't [i]think[/i] he had to worry about him. For now, he'd worry about Miss White, who, even if he hadn't caught wind of discomfort from, he wouldn't have felt great about leaving in the dark with no one.


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