[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/kd2u1hytt/tumblr_m61mni_Rnrl1qcwddqo1_r1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks (Infirmary)
[color=00ccff][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A
[hr][/center]	Nora glanced over at Mosi, still aiding her slightly to walk. Despite the vomiting, her own brand was still concealed by the glove. She decided to keep the glove covering it, at least for now. She didn't want to know what sort of infection could set in if it was exposed to the vomit - which she wondered if Mosi would spring another round of it from her stomach. Even if it was just bile, it couldn't be good. [color=00ccff]"...It's quite alright,"[/color] Nora said softly. As irritating as it was, it wasn't the worst thing that had happened to her in life and it certainly would not be the last time someone emptied the contents of their stomach onto her. It would happen again, she was sure of it. 

	As Mosi brought up Neema with the callous remark that she had gotten the inquisition treatment, Nora's blood boiled slightly. It was such a rude and inconsiderate way to speak about a woman who had only [i]just died![/i] She clenched her hand slightly. It was sadly typical of Americans - there was really no respect for the dead. [color=00ccff]"I would hope that someone is not so cold and unfeeling when they speak of your recent death one day,"[/color] Nora said simply, as they finally made it to the infirmary. Mahendra was being tended to at the moment and Nora judged that they could wait. Hopefully there would be a change of clothing. Clothing that didn't involve trousers - she hated those things.