[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks -> Following Escort To Prison[/center][hr]

She walked along with Haakon, turning to give the Lord Major a cheery wave, though she was anything but cheery. This whole business burned her up something good. It wasn't bad enough she got marked by some ring and had to chase down some criminal to look after a darling woman she came to like, but now she was being escorted to a prison to be interrogated like some criminal. Really?!? This country's way of doing things was madness. Be that as it may, she had little choice. If she were to run, she would look guilty. So she would play along, but the moment things seemed strange, she would be out of there.

As they walked, she whispered to Haakon, [color=F48CA7]"Listen, darling, I don't like the sound of this. We know the truth of the matter. so long as our story matches, we should be ok. Just tell them exactly what happened. We didn't do anything wrong other than help a poor woman out. Just..be mindful of how you mention your career. If the Lord Major and Aziza took an instant distrust at you for your profession, I assume they won't like it either.[/color]