[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c4df9b]Priscilla Harker[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=c4df9b][b]Location:[/b][/color] The road towards the museum!(The mysterious filled with adventure Side Street!)[/center][hr][hr]

 [color=c4df9b]“It's alright, I have Egyptian currency too.”[/color] She replied with a smile, trying to not make things for her new acquaintance difficult. She liked Rosheen, the woman seemed nice. It was so good to see that foreigners to this country could live so well and be so nice towards everyone. A thing she didn't really like in some americans. There were nice people everywhile, but also bastards everywhere. Luckily for her so far in Cairo she had only met nice and mostly nice folk in her opinion.]

 As the redhead moved to get the meal for her new feline friend, Mosi turned towards the cat.[color=c4df9b]” There, there, please wait a little bit more, your meal is almost here.”[/color] She smiled kindly towards the cat. Cats were such beautiful creatures and she was told she liked cats since the day she was born. Mosi didn't know how much of that was true, but liked to believe it was.

 [color=c4df9b]“Thank you.”[/color] She replied to Rosheen with a smile, carefully took the bowl and placed it on the ground next to her just a little bit closer to the wall for it to not be in the way of people so the cat get stepped on or the bowl kicked while the kitty ate.[color=c4df9b]” This is better, right?”[/color] She asked the cat, looking at it with a smile.

 [color=c4df9b]“That's a good thing. I like cats, a lot more than dogs. Seeing so many of them all about is like a dream come true.”[/color] Mosi stated, returning to her meal as Rosheen's attention was pulled away by the mentioning of the name Neema. Mosi couldn't help herself, but throw a curious glance in the direction for a moment since well this attracted attention, but in reality she was still mostly focused on her meal, though she herself was now tapping with one finger at her glass of almond milk, watching with amusement the way it rippled in the glass, before drinking form it.