((So sorry guys, I had to take a couple of days out for some family matters.  Do we have an ooc thread?))<br/><br/>Fynn just grinned when the girl asked about his accent, and when the apology began he was ready.<br/><br/>"Don't think anything of it luv," He began, only to be cut off by the sudden commotion.  Putting the paper of his face, he crouched down on the side of the man opposite Anton, looking him over.   "Bloody hell, he looks like his lungs exploded."<br/><br/>His cell phone was out in a moment, and he looked up at the woman and her terrified daughter.  Before dialing in the last "1", he stood and got himself between the sick man and the Innocent.<br/><br/>"Maybe you should get her out of here luv..." He said gently, then lifted the phone to his ear.  "Yes, a man just collapsed at some bakery here... well, how the hell should I bloody know do I sound like I am from Washington?  It's somewhere downtown."<br/><br/>Putting a hand over the microphone, he looked to Anton.  "What's the address here mate?"