"It's fine," Mervin says. "I'm a pilot, so we tend to keep track of people more with e-mails anyways. And don't worry about it, James. I'll probably nag you to get a honey tart or something like that. Montechristeu likes them."

He's comfortable enough walking with them. His French definitely sounds more - Scottish by way of Quebec, to be honest. Probably from his various work over seas. James' faint accent is more noticeable with his cousin there to banter with.

"Did James fill you in? I'm getting some blood drawn for some thing about Lorena Station. I'm guessing water quality or something like that." Mervin's frankly got a few other minor stuff from his last flight, but - he can be okay with doctors poking at him. It's not like a glow burn from yavanite and a bit of bruises would be that unusual in a pilot.