[hr][h1]James Porter[/h1][hr]

James started his morning as usual, however, the adjustment of cohabitation with a roommate was... Weird to say the least. He had to be mindful of his sleepier self, not allowing his habits as a solitary spy and assassin bubble to the surface. After all, there was still a lot to think about. This type of deep cover infiltration was new to him. The agency could've sent anyone else, but perhaps he was the only one available. These new thoughts and feelings all brought about by the appearances of people his age talking about their upbringings, their families, their loved ones. It made him realize how much he didn't have. Though he had ended the night prior in good spirits, these thoughts hung about him and refused to let him sleep.

Nevertheless, after showering he put on his tophat and his usual coat and left the apartment. He needed to clear his mind. That was when all the news had hit him about the previous night. There were plenty of goings on now, especially after that little stunt that Jeanne pulled. It piqued his interests as Jeanne, despite how she looks, isn't the type of person he'd think would do things on impulse. No, as much as he'd hate to admit it, there was some method to her madness, otherwise, she wouldn't be here in Bermuda in the first place. While this news was surprising it was not enough distract him from exploring his surroundings further. He let himself go and hoped his thoughts would slowly fade away. Not too long after, he found himself looking at some ornate looking pocket watches through a store window. He didn't know why he stopped in-front of this shop, he just liked the design he supposed.

[b]"Perhaps... I've gone soft."[/b] He whispered to himself. In the reflection of the store window he saw himself. He wasn't even aware of the expression he was making. His eyes looked distant, his face pale, his brow furrowed. So distracted, so disconnected, and so self-centered that he could not even process all the things going on around him or noting anyone of interest. He sighed and continued on his stroll.