Well, Mervin -

[jamesmcginty]

I'm heading down to check out the protests, since you were worried about them. The factories here are worse than Port Martin, but it's nowhere near as bad as the stories coming out of Lorena Station. Work on your ship, get some rest, and don't worry about me. Feel free to grab the bread. I'm pretty sure I can buy something while I'm out. Or give up and buy some flour and just make something in that tiny thing masquerading as an oven.

Never thought I'd miss bread. The bread shortages have been the oddest things lately. Maybe I am becoming French?

Walk's good for me too.

Love,

James

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[jamesmcginty]

James touches Combeferre's arm. "Thank you for this. I didn't see who shot. And I mean - it could've been upward?" There was always those warnings about shooting up during holidays and all that. And then he's flushing a little. Especially him? "Is that all right, officer? Can we -"

Tom's scrubbing off James' hands. In his opinion, James seems a bit shaken and - yeah. Get him somewhere quiet. "I'll hang around a bit, but I was supposed to meet someone soonish. I think I saw someone up on the second floor watching where we were. I'm staying down at the Plaza Hotel. If I'm required later."

[grand_error]

"Someone on the..." R nods, frowning, glancing up himself, though nothing is there now when he tries to see. That could be a real problem somewhere along the way.

"Why don't we get you to somewhere close by,then? We have a bit of time before soon, I hope."

"I may need a statement later." Javert is saying. "But by all means, I know where I can find Grantaire, and if you aren't far...It works enough." And he'll probablly find nothing if he tries. It's frustrating but he does understand and waves them off now. "Come. Get him somewhere safer"