[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] N/A[hr][/center]

Josephine stood up and allowed Ahkmed to take her. A part of her wanted to stay and help discover what occurred, but she also knew she may be biased in determining that Haakon's death was murder. That, and she didn't want to see the scene again. It hurt to even think about it. However, she found whatever solace could be mustered in the man's arms. She felt safe and secure (even more so with a gun in her pocket).

As they exited, the woman who was with them before stood there. Josephine managed to get a better look at her. Her comment left Josephine a bit taken aback. She hadn't expected her to be so vocal about such things, even if it were true. She had barely met the man and apart from a few wicked thoughts, did not pay much mind to whatever future prospects were to be had with him.

Was the woman jealous? Could be. She wouldn't be surprised as Ahkmed was showing her quite a lot of attention. [color=F48CA7]"Oh, no darling. We only just met. Though, I would, of course, be honored to accompany a man such as this anywhere. Truly, any woman would do you agree?"[/color] Josephine implied the heavy flirtation as well as the backhanded retort as expertly as any actress could.