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[center][h1][color=c4df9b]Jeanette 'Mosi' Crane[/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Almack's.[/center]
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  Mosi was glad Fyror came to think well of her family. For some reason it felt like it was better to have them be on good terms, though Jeanette's way of thinking of what was going on between Fyror and Mosi was some distance from how it actually was in Mosi's mind. For Mosi, Fyror was a good friend, a person she could trust, a man worthy of honors and knowing him. She did like him, but it wasn't in the fall in love way that her mother hoped. 

[color=c4df9b] “He's... a trash of a man.”[/color] Mosi agreed with Fyror on the opinion of Rutherford.[color=c4df9b]” You'd want to kill him outright if you heard half the things I've heard out in the streets. Rumors aren't the most reliable source of information, but in his case I'd make an exception to the rule. He too get's on my nerves right now.”[/color] Mosi added with a frown, the muscles on her arms flexing for just a moment as she wanted to beat him senseless.

 [color=c4df9b]“Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. I would have been disappointed if you didn't go to help her.[/color]” The veiled woman stated with a smile with a nod, agreeing with Fyror's desire to aid Millicent. She looked proud of her friendship with the man as he went to aid Millicent. This was good if she was with Fyror, she wouldn't be with Rutherford. The situation was even more favorable since Rutherford was a man who would probably cause some scene because of that, good as any cause to throw him out if so.

 Now that she was alone once more, Jeanette looked about. The place was populated that's true, but their presence was hollow in her eyes. Most of these people embodied all she disliked about society on the island. 

 After a brief moment's of mental pondering on what she should do, she should move and study Rutherford for the moment. Maybe wait for a proof of bad behavior to present itself... maybe something else. Thus she walked in his direction. He was the type to show his true colors without fail. She just had to wait for them.