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And like a ghost, Claude appeared then, turning a corner just as the bullets jammed themselves into the wall by his head. He blinked at them in a bit of surprise, before turning his attention the other way where he saw that Arthur person at. The shocked expression on his face turned to one of his usual calm demeanor, a smile casually spreading across his face as per usual. He stepped out from behind the corner, free of his IB at this point, and clapped dryly. “Good show, Arthur. You sure showed them, didn’t you?” It was almost as if he were patronizing him.

He looked to the outside and noticed Alissa, then waved curtly at her. “We meet again, Alissa. How’d the rescue plan go?” Without waiting for an answer, he strolled over to the window and peered down, seeing a boy sitting there with obvious wounds next to Alissa. “I’m guessing that’s the kid we all heard screaming for help?” Again, without waiting for an answer, because the questions at this point were more or less rhetorical, he hopped down beside the boy, landing with a light ‘thud’ on the ground.

Straightening up, Claude picked bits and pieces of grass off of himself, before turning to the boy. “Hey there,” he greeted with that smile of his. Good to see you’re alive, he thought while staring at him. Growing bored, he sighed down at his medical wear. “Do any of you know a place where I could get clothes? These just aren’t very proper and they have blood on them, thanks to your little escapades back there. I had to walk through that mess, you know.”