[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] Tours/Train Depots
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Nora smiled slightly when Mahendra addressed her as Miss Kingston - it was a nice change and her preferred manner of address. She had not done anything in her life that warranted being called Lady Kingston - and besides, to her Lady Kingston referred to her mother or her sisters. She was just plain Miss Kingston - just Nora. She wished to stand on her own merits and not based on the circumstances of her birth. Nora took a seat down next to Lauren, glad that the window seat was the one available for her. She adored looking out windows and watching the world go by. There was something serene about it. And at any rate, she knew that Lauren was the more conversational of the two. 

	Gene chuckled slightly and nodded at Reginald's description of old age. She was tempted to ask him what season of her life she was in, according to his analogy. It would have been amusing regardless of his answer. Pausing for a moment as she glanced around, she saw that J.C. was sitting with Bella and Lauren appeared to be saving a seat for Nora. She was infinitely amused with the Lord Major and Gene decided to sit down next to him. It wasn't like George was there for her to bother anyways - she hoped that he was having at least something akin to fun, back on the ship. [color=#9370DB]"Hope you don't mind,"[/color] Gene told the old gentlemen, having not really asked if she could sit next to him or anything. 

	Miss Kingston did have to wonder if her theory would be right - that no matter where they went, something odd would happen. She did not understand why this group in particular had been selected for these occurrences, but she similarly did not understand the brand that had appeared on her body. She knew that Neema had told her she had been marked, needing to protect the Bastet - but from a scientific standpoint, she was having a hard time rationalizing it all. There had to have been some sort of cause for the brand, something beyond magic and mythos. But if magic was the only answer that remained... perhaps it was indeed real. Just because she had never seen it before in her life did not mean that it was impossible - merely improbable.

	Gene swung her legs slightly, hoping that the train would get on with things and pull out already. They had about five minutes until they were going to head on over, from what the conductor was announcing. It was funny - she sometimes felt like she was stuck in a boring loop of repetition, with nothing every really changing. And here she was, someplace vibrant and new and Gene already was bored with the train. She wanted to press onwards, to get to the exciting ruins and features in this area. There was so much of this world to see and while she had seen a lot already, she wanted to see more. New things were finally happening!