Re: Log: Sleepy Brielle/Professor Charles/Captain Steve
[His name emanated in his own head, calm but urgent, British. Charles, and Steve tried not to look at the man speaking-but-not-speaking to him, afraid he'd give something away he wasn't supposed to. He gave an almost imperceptible nod to the room at large, listening to the woman in the bed as she rose, alarmed and immediate, the drugs turning her feet to lead and her head to helium gassed into the cranial sac. He couldn't see her from here, but he understood the creaks of oiled floorboards, the small telltale groan of weight placed onto wooden bed frame, the quiet in-and-out of bird's breath, all enough to know to stay where he was.]