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"Not leave leave, just go on undercover missions and the like. Probably. It depends on what I get assigned. We have jobs to do, that's what we are training for." he shrugged. He didn't think much of it. It was nice being able to have a room to go back to, but it wasn't enough for him. He was the type that needed new scenery from time to time. Thus why he left base so often. At some point, he knew he would be all over this island, and possibly to others as the team got larger again. To travel would be nice, and to have a base that wasn't in the desert was even better. His eyes looked far off as he imagined some of the other places he would go and he keep walking, no longer paying attention to where he was going.

Being 6'2", and of a solid weight for his height, Panther was not easy to move off of his course once he was on it. He seemed to absorb her weight, strong enough to hold another human up easily, and upon tightening around his arm, she found a good layer of muscle, not that of a weight lifter, but of someone a little more streamline, underneath the clothing. Like he worked out, which was possible considering the HQ's multiple facilities for that.

At any rate, he kept his course steady for the light pole, still not noticing till after he found something that could stop his bulk. Solid steal.

"At full walking speed his nose whacked into the pole and his body crumpled backwards into and elegant but awful fall. He snapped back to his feet a moment later, hands up and looking for an opponent, but only finding the pole. With his glasses half hanging off his face he couldn't help but laugh. "You could have told me or something..." he rubbed his nose, hand coming away with blood. "Ah damn."

"mmm..." he pinched his noes, eyes tearing up automatically. "Owe. it's been a while since I got one of these. If anyone asks, there was three of them and they got the jump on us." he tried to laugh but winced instead, tilting his head back. "Wish I had a napkin." he sat down, legs folding into Indian style as his body dropped to the ground again.

"I'm not crying. It hardly hurts. I don't know where any bathrooms are." he tilted his head forward and blood dripped down his face. He tried to catch it with his other hand. "Awe Crap. I'm bleeding a waterfall out my nose. Much more and someone might mistake it for an attack."

He was doing his best not to drip on the ground, annoyed by his sudden inability to move. One person had even stopped to ask him if he needed any help but he had waved them off saying he was fine and that his friend would be back in a minute.

He was very thankful for the towels and grabbed the dry ones to wipe away the initial bloody snot that had formed around his face and on his hands. More blood continued to stream out his nose as he cleaned up, bruises already forming around the top of his nose. "Sorry about this. I must look a mess." he removed the glasses putting them on his shirt. They were bent anyway.

"Yeah, but people are staring." he grabbed the toilet paper and twisted it, putting it up the bleeding nostril and then let her attack his face, as he still held the bridge of his nose.