<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Clay Mephlas<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Conference Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Late Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br/><br/>Putting the coin back in his pocket, he stood and followed Simone like the other two, moving into the conference room and looking down at the papers with a bit of a confused sneer at first. After she closed the door, he leaned back in the chair a bit, putting his hands behind his head and looking over the other three. He was especially interested in Fey and the book she had just pulled out of her shoulder bag, eyebrow cocking upwards. Was that what she had gone to get when she went into that overly dark place? <br/><br/>"You all sure this is a good idea? Us walking around the hospital and all, knowing what we've all got inside of us and with so many kids around?" as he voiced his concerns a little bit, continuing to show his general lack of trust in these people, while belying the fact he didn't trust what was in him either. Glancing back at the book and then up at Fey, his eyes meeting hers briefly, he asked "And what in the hell is that? That looks like something that shouldn't exist in this world."</span></span>