[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9370DB]Gene Benaszewski[/color] & [color=00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/mkGy8X72/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Benha (Docks)
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	[color=#9370DB]"Always,"[/color] Gene told J.C. with a smirk. However, she had a feeling that if Bella had run off somewhere, then there was fun nearby to be had. All of these people from different backgrounds - it just made her giddy. She hated being cooped up places. Back home, it felt like the same day was repeating over and over again, as if nothing ever really changed and time never really passed. Here, there was life, energy, a certain bit of seductive charm to the intensity of it all. [color=#9370DB]"Though what did you have in mind for fun, hmm?"[/color] she instinctively reached into her pocket, grabbed a sweet, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth. 

	Nora nodded a bit, smiling slightly at Lauren's suggestion. The tours did seem to be the most interesting of the options available. Rose gardens and perfume could be found in England just as easily as here in Benha - but these tours were something unique. She'd regret not getting to go see them since she now had the chance. [color=00ccff]"I would like that,"[/color] Nora told Lauren, though she also couldn't help but wonder if they might stumble upon some clue dealing with this entire mystery. Coincidences and strange events were happening no matter where they went. Or if they were lucky, perhaps they would illuminate enough of the pattern in order to predict the next strange happening.

	Gene then raised a bit of an eyebrow as the Lord Major struggled to come up with a word to describe Bella. It was cute, how hard these Brits tried to be as proper and polite as possible. In a way, the struggle reminded her of a puppy trying to remember what trick to perform in exchange for a treat. The comparison ended there however - she didn't imagine anyone ever calling Lord Major the various names given to dogs. It made her shudder a bit at the thought, wanting to wash her brain and remove that entire train of thought from memory. 

	The soft spoken British woman departed to the left with Lauren, noticing that this was the same direction as the bazar and the market. Of the three options, those would be her second choice. She imagined that Lady Munn would have loved to go on these tours - and perhaps if she hadn't been so ill, Nora could have imagined her having a lively and polite discussion with George to pass the time with. She was glad that her friend seemed to have recovered mostly from Peter's death. The pain of Neema's death was still lingering with Nora and she had known her for far less time than Vera had known her Peter.