[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]	[color=00ccff]"...I cannot say that I am feeling better, not while she shows such disrespect for the recently departed,"[/color] Nora answered Mahendra softly. Nora took in a sharp inhale, seeing red as Mosi continued to mock the recently deceased Neema. She never was one for violence or irrational thought, priding herself on being calm and levelheaded, but this was just too much. She doubted any words she said would get through to the American (all the more reason for her to dislike that country) and she raised her hand, determined to smack Mosi as reprimand. Yet inexperienced with such a method, Nora slipped on the vomit at her feet that had dripped off of her and Mosi. 

	Sliding, she crashed into Mosi and Mahendra, knocking all three of them over the table and then onto the floor in a gruesome pile. From the sudden motion, the clothing set out for Mahendra slid off and fell on top of them, the crowning jewel of the human pile, and the metal dish with removed glass clattered onto the floor. It spun round and round, like a top, slowing before it settled next to them all. 

	Was this what Vera's life was like?