[He had refrained, though he was still curious, from going very far from the ship and exploring.
Nicholas had ghosted along the edge of the Moira, examining plant life and rock formations only to go back inside again. Little jaunts, nothing absurdly long. He never wanted to be so far that he couldn't help if it were needed. Or if they would be making a hasty retreat, he wouldn't be ready to go.
Nicholas frowns at the man, clearly something is wrong with all these people. He collects the evidence (pupil dilation, disorientation, anxiety, bizarre and violent behavior, speech disturbances, and psychology speaking, possible hallucinations and paranoia), analyzes the evidence (the crew of the Moira were suffering from the effects of some sort of drug or inhalant), and lastly, comes to a conclusion (the planet was dangerous as now his fellow ship-mates were in various stages of some sort of excited delirium).]
I would hazard a guess that it was more than that. You are not the only one to exhibit the symptoms.
[Nicholas steps closer, taking Tony's wrist, checking his pulse while narrowing in on his eyes.]
Your vitals are leveling out now that you are closer to the ship, and yes, Scotland Yard, Mr. Stark. [He releases his grip, clasping his hands behind his back.] Police Chief Inspector Nicholas Angel.
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Nicholas had ghosted along the edge of the Moira, examining plant life and rock formations only to go back inside again. Little jaunts, nothing absurdly long. He never wanted to be so far that he couldn't help if it were needed. Or if they would be making a hasty retreat, he wouldn't be ready to go.
Nicholas frowns at the man, clearly something is wrong with all these people. He collects the evidence (pupil dilation, disorientation, anxiety, bizarre and violent behavior, speech disturbances, and psychology speaking, possible hallucinations and paranoia), analyzes the evidence (the crew of the Moira were suffering from the effects of some sort of drug or inhalant), and lastly, comes to a conclusion (the planet was dangerous as now his fellow ship-mates were in various stages of some sort of excited delirium).]
I would hazard a guess that it was more than that. You are not the only one to exhibit the symptoms.
[Nicholas steps closer, taking Tony's wrist, checking his pulse while narrowing in on his eyes.]
Your vitals are leveling out now that you are closer to the ship, and yes, Scotland Yard, Mr. Stark. [He releases his grip, clasping his hands behind his back.] Police Chief Inspector Nicholas Angel.