[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/affab699158c0620805ebea127a7bafb/tumblr_nbvd4q1xza1r609zyo1_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F48CA7]Location:[/color][/b] Outside -> Museum Entrance
[b][color=F48CA7]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Josephine was surprised that Lady Munn moved so effortlessly as she took her. Then again, the woman had just experienced a terrible loss, so one could hardly blame her for how she was acting. Some people dealt with grief in many ways. She recalled the loss of her grandfather. Out of her entire family, he was one that supported her in whatever she wanted. Where others, her parents mainly, discouraged her desire, her grandfather nurtured it.

And then there was Haakon. One could hardly forget the first friend she met here and one she considered her sole ally. Akhmed was all well and good (especially in the bedroom), but she hardly knew the man. He seemed dependable enough, especially when he handled the tiresome explanation to both Lauren and Mahendra. Even more annoyance as two more approached. Josephine could hardly be bothered. Lady Munn shouldn't be out in the heat the way she was dressed.

[color=F48CA7]"We were just heading to the museum."[/color] She said it more as a fact rather than as an invitation. If the others followed, she could hardly stop them. But she maintained her light grasp upon Lady Munn as she moved her inside the museum. Hopefully, she would feel more up to speech next, being in familiar territory.