[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

As Josephine followed the man into the room, she debated how this would be played. She didn't much relish the idea of these soldiers manhandling her things, possibly losing them. So she did what she did best. Adjusted her blouse, pushed the girls more prominently, and decided to charm her way out.

Once inside, she sat down and signed the papers while they cataloged her items. Once they got to the gun (which she knew would be put under scrutiny) she batted her lashes and gave her best pout. It won her an award, surely some random man in Egypt would fall for it too. [color=F48CA7]"Hey, can you blame a girl for wanting protection?"[/color]  The Clerk kept looking at the papers and making his signature where it was needed before glancing up at her. "Not at all ma'am, these streets are quite dangerous," he said calmly before looking back at the papers and shuffling them a bit to straighten them. "I really adore you blouse, it is the perfect shade for your complexion."

Jospeine frowned. Perhaps she misheard the man. Maybe he was fashion conscious? Some men were more so than women nowadays. She cleared her throat and tried again, [color=F48CA7]"So does that mean you big, strong men are going to protect me while I am here, darling?"[/color] Her words were like butter and if this didn't work, nothing else would. Cocking a brow he looked up to her as the corner of his mouth pulls up slightly into a bit of a grin. "Well, these men are the finest around, I trust them with my lives," he says coyly as he stands up.

Josephine sighed. [color=F48CA7][i]"I bet that's not all you trust them with,"[/i][/color] she thought to herself. Whatever, she would demand her things back in the morning. She followed him out in a small huff.