[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0D6D83]Tom Fisher[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The Infirmary[/center][hr][hr]

Watching as Tristan began to work on removing his IV's and sitting up, Tom let out a quiet sigh. He figured the man was going to be intent on leaving the infirmary, after all he wasn't the kind to stick around, especially when he was under some kind of charge. Tom didn't see this whole scenario going well, between the man's arrogance, and possibly his fear of being found out for what he may have done, he could have been liable to make a rather terrible decision.

Tom kept his eyes on Tristan as their gaze met, he could see the challenge in Tristan's eyes, almost daring him to try and stop him. He almost felt sorry for Crisna, he didn't want to make a mess of the infirmary, but he had a feeling Tristan would be deadset on it. Reaching up as Tristan took a step closer, Tom set his hand firmly on the man's shoulder, watching him closely as he cleared his throat, eyes focused on the man with an intent look.

[b][color=0D6D83]"I'm sure that's exactly what you were doing, Debute, but right now the evidence doesn't help that."[/color][/b] He began, a serious tone to his voice, almost warning, as he watched the smaller man. [b][color=0D6D83]"That's why it's best if you just stay here until the investigation turns up nothing, it'll only make it go faster, [i]sir.[/i]"[/color][/b] Tom never referred to Tristan as 'sir' - perhaps he thought using the title would lull Tristan into some odd sense of security, or perhaps it was some kind of threat. Either way, it was likely he wasn't giving the man such a title out of respect, that just wasn't his way.