[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

Haakon let his facial expression remain the same as he proceeded to take another sip of his tea - still quite the good taste -, while he question himself why he had bothered talking in the first place. It would seem that no one of his surrounding aqiuentances had registered him as he thought out aloud in regards to the dreams, they all seemed very much more important in messangers and others of more value; were he that distasteful? The curious state of which Miss Munn was however, was by now more interesting. 

Especially when Peter dropped the bomb, figurativly; he had asked her for her courtship, and she accepted. Haakon couldn't help but notice Josephine's non-verbal reaction, yet his was far from in dissagreement. While Peter looked like he was going to a wedding, Vera looked like she was heading for a funeral. Her explaination containing large quantities of alcohol seemed logical, but the other possibility didn't seem far-fetched either. 

But hey, who was he to ask? He probably wasn't going to be given an answer regardless. 

Haakon was about to turn his attention to Mr. Drake, exchanging the usual pleasantries in hopes of less of a rejection, when he first heard Miss Munn's voice exclaiming something, a loud thud and Josephine declaring that she had fainted. Haakon looked at where Miss Munn had stood mere moments earlier, only to see her lying there. Josephine made her way to Vera first, and Haakon followed after. He knelt down beside her, putting his hand on her forehead to check if she was unormally warm. [Color=DF0101]"Someone get a doctor here! Is she breathing? Miss Munn, can you hear me?"[/color]