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That didn't end as well as it ought to have. In the chaos of the rally, we've managed to get the actually wounded to fall back towards the cafe. Madame has claimed she doesn't mind, so long as we keep the treatments to the table we already ruined once and don't scare away the rest of the customers. And I think we may need to order the lobster thermidor for the ten of us a time or two to make up for it, but for now, there are more important things at hand. Whatever happened with the gunshots...and no that was NOT the police, has to be investigated just as soon as possibly. And, for all the fact he has a close friend who was hurt by it, that does mean Grantaire, doesn't it?

Not the person I would hope to see in the face of abject failure to control things, but that will have to do.

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"I'd actually love black coffee." Combeferre smiles at that as he's getting his hands cleaned for the moment, so he can go on to take a look at a few people who've had some minor things happen in the rush to get away. A few sprained ankles and the like, nothing strenuous but still things that should probably get attention and wrapped. "Thanks." he adds,meaning that.

"How far we're going to..." Grantaire's starring at Enjolras. "What about you and your...I've seen some of Kenway's thoughts. I have a feeling I know what your people would do with peace. It's funny you talk of revolution when what you really mean..."

"When what I really mean is that the people are the ones who determine their fate? Instead of wandering around like sheep, we actively step up from our ignorance and...almost all of us, I'm sorry you'll be left behind..." Enjolras starts, then stops as James starts to stir there.

"Ah, sorry. Your friend..."

Tom pats nearish his shoulder. "You could probably show me how to do that wrapping thing, but I'm pretty awkward without someone watching me. Let me see about a coffee."

James fumbles a few times to snag his glasses and tries to tug his waistcoat to look semi-decent. It's - an attempt. "Sorry. I don't think we got properly introduced." He's definitely got a faint accent to his French, but it's more Quebecois compared to Tom's very British accent. He offers his right hand. "James McGinty. I'm sorry for getting shot." Since that seems like a good thing to do when you wake up to a guy saying R would get left behind.

"Enjolras." Enjolras answers, reaching out a hand to clasp James's there. "I've heard, well, not actually much of anything about you." he confesses, sheepishly smiling a little. "And you have no reason to be sorry. You didn't choose to be shot, after all. It's good Grantaire was watching that." he adds, meaning it. "And I'm glad you're all right. Neither side wants to claim what happened." he adds, sighing deeply. "Are you all right now?"

James gingerly prods his side. "I think so? I believe Tom was picking your doctor's brain about things to keep an eye out for. I think it mostly hit - uh - flesh? Muscle?" He looks over at R. What's the right term?

"Glancing blow, at the least. Uh - I should be okay." James flashes a smile over at him. "I think it was someone up on a balcony. Probably didn't realize that shooting in the air would eventually lead to the bullet coming back down." But the bullet angle was all wrong for that.

"I'm glad." Enjolras smiles. "Combeferre is probably our best. He was set to be a surgeon, before he got stuck with the epidemics that are sweeping around here. Between us, and those...it IS a lot of practice."he adds, nodding. "He should have you suited soon enough. And flesh wounds...painful but not the worst outcome."

"Only a flesh wound." R mutters. "He's invincible." He's not surprised when Enjolras doesn't seem to get the quote, somehow.

"Ouch. Enjolras frowns at the news. "I'm glad you're all right, considering."

"I think I actually met him before. Maybe. I think the name on his bag was Combeferre, at least, and he had glasses." James waves his hand vaguely. "That was when I was sick in the painting class, R."

Wasn't R barely there at the time? He remembers the guy got some notes for assignments and some guy broke the world's most ugliest vase? "That was when the acanthus monstrosity vase got broken, I think, when you had someone take stuff down for me."

He tries a smile at Enjolras. He must be pretty boring, talking about some art class, right? "Do I need to get going? I was just planning on buying some bread or some flour for tonight, and then I could get home - I won't be alone? I could call R, or there's my cousin. He's in town. And Tom, if he's staying a while."

"Ah that." R makes a little face, remembering the moment. "That was...not the best day was it? Cold for one thing and I was...also not at my best." He was hungover. "The vase though. That deserved it. It was visually a lot more interesting on the floor in pieces." he adds, thoughtfully. "The little bits that made it up. Poetic, even."

"Don't they have a word for that in...Japanese?" Enjolras asks, blinking at a Grantaire who sounds focused on something for once. That's a shock to his system if there ever was. He's really only seen the man drunk and not caring one way or the other, or drunk and angry, or hungover and angry, or asleep or angry about other issues if he's not drunk. "The bit where they re-fuse broken pottery with gold and it's stronger and more beautiful for the breaks?" His mind turns toward Lorena with that one and all the recent news therein.

"We have nothing important happening just now. Mostly licking our wounds after the disaster. Of course you can stay. I...don't normally see Grantaire like this." He adds, more serious about that now. "it's an interesting look on him. Although your cousin...I wouldn't mind talking to him actually. He helped get someone out of Lorena who I've lately come to know, for one thing."

"Kin something or another?" James can't quite remember. His cousin dealt with some fake ceramics once, but all he remembers is long talks about making teapots look older with shoe polish which sounds horrifying and like it'd ruin the tea. "Out of Lorena? I know he flew his ship out, and he was helping guide some of the cargo ships out. He's here right now, probably down at the docks."

James hesitates. "He's a bit worried that there may be - there's talks that the Cards and the people who took the cargo ships might be pursued legally. Since some of them were in holding facilities in Lorena? Like the prison got broken into or something like that. Mervin hasn't told me a lot about it. He may talk to you guys."

"Ah - you're awake, James," Tom offers brightly. "I brought you coffee. Well, I'm on my third, so you can have this one." Which doesn't explain why he just handed a mug to R as well, but James isn't asking.

"So this someone - would he be a Lorena citizen?" Tom asks lightly. "I might know about him. Or them. I'm a friend of Yvette Moore."

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