[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d65982248d22a4a2f08d12283f865536/tumblr_inline_mm97tybye31qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr]Location: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]Eventually, her search for sustenance paid off. She had stashed away a tin of biscuits in the cupboard, and while she did prefer to take her biscuits with tea, the thought of preparing the kettle was not one she fancied. Bringing the tin with her back to the sitting room, she pulled out a biscuit and nibbled on it thoughtfully, resisting the urge to wolf them down. Once she reached her third biscuit, however, Nora noticed that another alarm joined the nighttime medley. 

Frowning to herself, Nora strained her hearing. It was rather faint and hard to recognize, but sirens had been added to the tolling of the bell. She set down the biscuit tin, pausing with a mouth full of food, as she slowly crept around the flat, attempting to detect the source of the noise. Eventually, Nora could only conclude that the sound of the distress was coming from the museum. And from what she had learned of the Lady Munn's working habits, she suspected the woman would still be present, working away with a fierce dedication. 

However, Nora could not begin to think of the meaning of the sirens. Had they ever sounded before, she had been unaware of them--but Nora suspected that was not the case. She imagined that they must have had some rare meaning behind them, beyond an escaped convict. And while Nora herself was unaware as to the sirens, she reasoned to herself that the clerk at the building entrance might have an inkling as to the meaning of the sirens. Pulling on her coat, Nora fetched her belongings, left her rooms, and then headed down the stairs. 

[color=00ccff]"If I may inquire, what is the meaning of the sirens?"[/color] Nora asked, once she spotted the night clerk.