[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] The Prison[/center][hr]

Josephine was happy to see Haakon was well. She worried that the journalist would cave under pressure or would say something that would inevitably anger the interrogators and leave him a mess. She was thankful that was not the case. She heard the loud screams and tried her best to put them out of her mind. The man was a criminal, after all, and one that deserved punishment. She wiped her hands of this nonsense, she wanted to get back.

And she wanted a damn cigarette.

She walked outside with Haakon to the loud screeches of the Corporal's voice. She mentally slapped the man for being so loud and annoying but held it back as he was their escort. [color=F48CA7]"Yes, Corporal, good to see you. And hear you, I suppose. Let's be off and away from this place quickly, before someone else decides to throw our good name in the mud again."[/color]