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

Josephine watched as Haakon threw a little hissy fit and walked off. She couldn't help but feel for the poor man. He was trying desperately to make amends. She turned to give Aziza a good talking to. It was quite rude to not at least entertain the apology. Being mad was one thing, being vindictive was another. However, before she could, Aziza's attention turned to the soldier. And rightly so. She let them leave, giving them a winning smile. She would talk to Haakon later.

She was left with the other woman, who she met briefly before. She couldn't remember her name though. Did it matter? She didn't leave much of an impression on her, but perhaps now would be a good time? [color=F48CA7]"Yes, the dreams are becoming a problem. I need my sleep."[/color] Once again, the conversation was interrupted as the old man came back. He was in a jollier mood this time around. Had Christmas come early? She sipped her drink, [color=F48CA7]"This is simply delicious. Thank you for taking us in. I know it wasn't what you wanted, but I do appreciate it, none the less."[/color] She figured she better make a good impression since Haakon seemed determined to dig his hole deeper and deeper. She would help him when able. She knew he was a good man.