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[b][u]Morris Guild[/u][/b]
Moira gave nothing more than a simple nod as she took the photo. She knew how important these things were. She still had her own son's photo in her pocket, abeit folded and worn to the point she was having to apply tape to keep the thing in one piece. "Bloody hell he's got your smile ain't he?"

Syed peered over her shoulder. He cocked his head to one side in thought. "Is it me... or does he look a little familiar somehow?" Not that he could think from [i]where[/i].

Moira didn't even bother to respond to that. [i]She[/i] didn't recognise him, she knew that. She shoved the photo in her pocket with the other.

[i]"The circus owners and I... We just have a bad history. That's all. You guys go ahead with your investigation. I'll stay here with the secretary."

"Amy, come on, you can't stay here! You gotta come with us. Who else is gonna heal our boo-boos?"[/i]

Bad history? Moira frowned, while Syed shot a concerned look towards the others. As grumpy as Amy was sometimes, she had definately been acting [i]off[/i] ever since they got here. Still, they knew better than to ask at this point.

"We're only checking the place out," Syed ventured, putting a hand to his elbow. "I mean I know things do tend to go a bit wrong for us with this sort of thing, but we'll just be careful." He smiled reassuringly. "I think it should be fine if you stay if you want to, personally."

Moira shook her head. "Nah, I reckon you should come. See, before? You didn't have us there. If they try to start any shit we'll just punch 'em for you." She strode over to the bar, at this point outright ignoring the man. "We're your mates, we've got your back. Nothin' better than showing some cock you don't like that you're doing pretty well."