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"I've got a general layout of what the place is like in my head, or at least the one that I saw. Part of my mapmaking skillset."

He sat back in his seat.

"Would you know any of labtechs in the immediate vicinity?"

Setting the inhaler down, the man loosened the collar of his shirt, tugging at the tie to free up a bit of air. The action was purely a mental process allowing his mind to think there was no constriction. He took in a small amount of air, slowly casually- the woman was too kind. Elenor would have liked her... "N-n-nerves. P-perhaps M-Melpomene h-has b-b-b-bigger p-p-plans t-than r-r-r-r-r-...rec-c-c-...recup-p-p-p... r-rest."

And then the loud, sudden sound- the chibi would be clutched against his chest, the man would scream, jumping to his feet, and his lungs would lock up.

He jumped in his seat at the pop, but realized who it was after a few moments.

"...Hey. Gareus Fletcher nice to meet you...?"

It took him several minutes to calm down, but in the process he would only hold the poor chibi tighter until he realized it was still in his possession. He'd take in large quiet gasps. Listening to Charlotte- for some reason he zoned in on her when she spoke. Her voice... her voice was a bell in the darkness, just as-. No. No one was quite like her.

He would slowly, very slowly sit back down in his chair- his face beet red to even the ear tips. His glasses askew from the panic. He felt a fool and it showed. He bowed his head, trembling as if he were a leaf in a monsoon. "F-f-f-forg-g-g-g-g-g-g..," he couldn't get the word out- his heart was beating too loud and his breathing still trying to slow. Oh the shame of a man who cannot control his terrors.

"Yours is a cool name too; several letters off from the singer."

He listened attentively as James answered his questions.

Bure laid awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He'd hoped that Tamriel was feeling better, since he wasn't able to check for himself for a while.

"Wonder if her hair's still blue..."

"All right." She strolled off, fetching a glass from behind the bar, and put a bendy straw in it, returning the glass to Kiran. "Drink that slowly, now. No rush." For all of her youthful appearance, some of her age was certainly showing in her tone and actions. She wasn't patronizing by any means, but the assured authority was cozy.

Kiran didn't speak. He simply followed the order- the sips so small the water level barely moved for several moments. From underneath golden bangs he would look up at her, humbled and visibly crushed, "T-t-th-th-thank y-y-you." He wanted to ask he something. It was about her birthmark, about the sensation he got from the sound of her voice, about the wise look within her eyes- about how exactly she had brought the chibi into existence here.

Tamriel, wrapped in a dark red sheet, would roll slowly to her stomach- the effort appalled her. Her voice was tired and soft, "As much as I wish to be."