[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/54652ed085c6eb8fafa6ebd3fa2a48bb/tumblr_o7lty1TecE1rfd7lko1_400.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]Nora froze ever so slightly at the mention of confinement for hysteria. Characters such as the late George Savage preyed on female minds in those asylums, drugging and restraining until everyone left the asylum entirely changed. Female hysteria, as far as Nora could tell, was nothing more than a means of expressing societal power. It was the very threat her father used to keep her in line--behave, or off the bedlam you go. With the card in her hands, Nora glanced down at it. 

[color=00ccff]"Den sórt sin fear idiotic agus sotalach! Féadfaidh sé lobhadh i ifreann!"[/color] Nora muttered under her breath, ripping up the card into shreds, and allowing them to fall onto the carpet. Her eyes fell on the medicinal supplies he had left with her, and in that moment, Nora wanted nothing more than to throw the bottles against the wall, and allow them to shatter. A mixture of anger and fear whipped through her, sending her almost into a frenzy. The thought of confinement in the asylum evoked a rage in her that Nora had never quite fully comprehended. 

Picking up the bottles the doctor had left with her, Nora raised her arm back, prepared to exact her anger--only for a knock on the door to give her pause. Letting out a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment. [color=00ccff]"Calma tú féin,"[/color] she instructed herself, before setting down the bottles. It'd make little sense to smash the very things that would keep her from infection, after all. Taking one last minute to compose herself, Nora approached the door, and opened it, only to spot an older woman whom she had never quite met before, but had glimpsed around the building. 

[color=00ccff]"Ah, thank you,"[/color] Nora replied quietly, a slight smile gracing her face. [color=00ccff]"Please do allow me to compensate you for this."[/color] She stepped back for a moment, and reached into her purse, having a few quid on hand. They weren't Egyptian pounds, but to exchange the British currency was a relatively easy and simple task. [color=00ccff]"Please do take these."[/color]