[color=FFD700][center][h1]Valeriya Zhukova[/h1][/center][/color]

Having already dropped her letter and package into the mail chute the previous night, Valeriya went about her morning routine with no small amount of cheer. It was...mostly a successful night. She'd accomplished her assignment within just a few days of arriving on the island, and she'd gotten laid to boot. Kiran was definitely aware she was a spy now, but given his reaction to it, well, Valeriya had an inkling he wasn't just a novelist and engineer, either. 

So that left the day solely for her own interests. What to do...? Valeriya mused to herself as she finished getting dressed and started walking out the door...only to run straight into a bedraggled Lucretia. Well. She'd never returned last night, then, it seemed.

One explanation later, Valeriya sighed to herself as she finished helping Lucretia dry up and into a fresh set of clothes. Hell. Another random assault on a student out past curfew, eh? Once was curious. Twice meant something was going on behind the scenes on this island. Damn it. It wasn't [i]exactly[/i] her problem, but it was definitely something to look into. This meant...damn. The Frenchwoman was probably innocent, then. And framed. Fine. It seemed she'd have to get herself involved with the Jeanne nonsense for now, depsite how much more pleasant it would be for everyone else if she was dealt with on a more permanent basis. 

With a resigned sigh, Valeriya set out, looking to investigate exactly where Jeanne and her minders were today.