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[center][h1][color=#e31e1e]Constance Monroe[/color][/h1]
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[color=#e31e1e]Location[/color]:Château de La Lune - Dining Hall
[color=#e31e1e]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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Constance could tell that the bait had been taken, as she caught out of the corner of her eyes that George was mouthing something to Tony. She took a long sip of her tea at that point, and then picked at her salad a bit more. As hungry as she was, the tension in the room was mounting more at that point and she could tell that things were getting close to snapping, especially when Elizabeth left the room. 

She did have to wonder if Samuel was getting anything good out of Jeanne, but she would have to ask about that later, when they could be alone. For the moment, she kept her ears out, trying to see if there was anything else she could pick up on. It seemed the pressure on Richard wasn't resulting in anything more than him being either sad or concerned, which wasn't proof of him knowing the truth either way.

It was bugging her that it seemed there was truly no way to leave the island for any of them, and no way to communicate off the island. No doctors able to come, no police officers, nothing. She already knew that, but it was bugging her more and more. Blackmail, murder, family secrets? Was there anything else going on that they didn't know about? Maybe Agatha wasn't sick, maybe someone had poisoned her. 

She picked up her tea again and took another long sip. [color=#e31e1e]"Would you like my help later?"[/color] She looked at Tony, hoping he would understand what she was offering to help him with.