[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d65982248d22a4a2f08d12283f865536/tumblr_inline_mm97tybye31qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr]Location: Heading to Garden City[/center][hr][hr]At the sounding of further bells, Mr. Drake's future [i]partner[/i] dashed off into the Grand Continental Hotel. A heavy police presence surrounded the area, with officers searching up and down the streets, going in and out of the hotel. The escaped prisoner must have been near, Nora reasoned--or someone with enough wealth to afford such protection by means of bribery was staying in the hotel. Both possibilities seemed to be quite likely. And while Nora knew she could hail a cab for her convenience at this point, she truthfully did enjoy to walk the streets of Cairo. 

Though, her present company was not the most desirable. Whenever Mr. Drake spotted a girl he fancied, he straightened up slightly, as if she would turn and spot him, and fall prey to his advances. The American way was rather strange, that much Nora was certain of. Why, it was all the more surprising that the Lord Captain did not assume Mr. Drake to be a male escort as well as Josephine! 

[color=00ccff]"Thank you for accompanying me, but I do believe I can manage from here,"[/color] Nora nodded, and set out on her own. But not a minute later did Mr. Drake hurry to her side, a cocky grin smeared on his face. [color=FFE2AA]"A man's word is his word, Eleanor. I said I'd take you home--and we aren't there just yet."[/color] He chuckled slightly, before continuing on, Nora rolling her eyes ever so slightly at his mannerisms. 

How the Lady Munn restrained herself from smacking this man on a daily basis was more of a mystery to Nora than the mysterious brand on her finger.