[h1][center][color=00aeef]Ken[/color][/center][/h1]
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[color=00aeef]"I suppose you have a point, the sheer number of us here would probably discourage anyone from attacking. However you have to admit it'd still be surprising if nobody did anything to the prime minister, we know there are plenty of radicals out there who'd love to have his head. It's only natural some whack-jobs are likely to try something."[/color] He responded. Ken understood how unlikely it was, but he was just a worrywart of a person at times. He couldn't help but assume the worst case scenario of every situation. He was slowly going back into his own world when she asked his name. [color=00aeef]"My name's Ken, what about yours?"[/color] Ken asked politely. Seems like he'd made a new acquaintance, that was always a good thing.

However before he could continue the conversation with his new found friend, it was then announced they needed to line up for the prime minister. Honestly Ken really wondered about why the prime minister was so fixated on his appearance, and he found it just the smallest bit ridiculous, not that he would ever say such a thing to anyone. The prime minister wasn't bad, just peculiar. He moved to get back into his proper order, bumping into Margaret on his way [color=00aeef]"Sorry..."[/color] he said quietly as he lined up next to her. [color=00aeef][i]Great, now I've made a bad first impression...[/i][/color] Ken noticed that the prime minister didn't look all that calm. Which made Ken even more worried that something was going on. He tried to distract himself by scanning the crowd, not only for possible threats, but to also see if he'd find anyone he knew. Seeing a friendly face would put him at ease for a bit.