[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/8bfe4de44140ed062d7b4ebdc40a815b/tumblr_og1mi12uF91utmdtuo1_400.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F48CA7]Location:[/color][/b] The Museum
[b][color=F48CA7]Skills:[/color][/b] Memorization[hr][/center]

Josephine gathered the essential information. She didn't have anything to write it down, but she believed she could handle herself in remembering this. The tablet stolen. Haakon's death (murder?). As she did so, Lady Munn came back to see them all gathered. Probably a concerning sight. The others handled the explanation, especially the blonde woman Lauren. Instead, her eyes caught Ahkmed.

Ah, his glorious arms. He came over to her and she all but jumped herself into his lap. She felt herself on the verge of tears again. [color=F48CA7]"Oh darling, it is terrible! Haakon was been killed! And now there is talk of it possibly being murdered. It is a lot to take in."[/color] Truth be told, it was a lot. She was not faking it either. She buried herself on Ahkmed's shoulders. The weight of the gun still evident at her side.