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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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"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."