[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color] & [color=#9370DB]Gene Benaszewski[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/pTtvYpQV/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] The Ferry - the Second Deck (Dining Area)
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=00ccff]Irish Gaelic[/color]
[hr][/center]	Gene nodded a bit as Josephine's words - she had experienced things like this before, a group of unusual individuals coming together and it did not always turn out as hoped. Yet this group seemed to be decently comprised and well structured, something that she had to give them credit for. None of them made the old soul want to pull her hair out and scream. She then noted that one of them in particular - Mosi - seemed to be staring at her slightly. Gene made a final pattern with her wrapper and then began to tear it up into a chaotic and disordered pile. It made her think of a woman who was practically her sister - she hated chaos whilst Gene craved it. 

	Then there was [i]the Other[/i] as Gene had mentally labeled him - he was over eager and desperate to prove himself. Yet from his description of his tasks for the Lord Major, Gene was a bit surprised. He seemed to be a glorified errand boy. As much as she wanted to take a moment to poke fun at the man and come up with a list of increasingly ridiculous questions, Lady Munn caught her attention with her tale. Gene's eyes were alight with excitement - and perchance a bit of glee as well? [color=#9370DB]"I am most definitely going to be as involved in this as I can be,"[/color] Gene said with a huge grin. [color=#9370DB]"I may be a nurse by trade, but I know other things as well and might be able to help."[/color]

	Nora was eating small portions of her food. She tended to eat only a little bit of each course - not because she disliked it or from rudeness, but simply because she didn't want to risk getting sea sick. So much of her life had been organized around precautions should her childhood illness return - both logical and illogical. The Corporal was certainly an interesting character and while Nora would not have accepted such an invitation, Josephine was a different woman. She couldn't help but admire Josephine's confidence. 

	[color=00ccff]"Ní bheadh ​​mé ró-thromchúiseach dá mba é seo an tráthnóna seo caite..."[/color] Nora muttered under her breath in Gaelic at Mosi's departure. Her sudden use of manners somehow was a more grievous insult to Neema's memory. The woman was capable of manners and politeness, yet not when it came to the ever so recently deceased? It boggled Nora's mind and to her, it only betrayed an all the more extreme disregard for others. She couldn't help but wish that the 'student' would go and find a study to undertake elsewhere - brand or not.