[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/ac78b23289cc037bb8698d8403513d56/tumblr_mw1hvxq4jl1rofdz5o2_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Egyptian Museum[/center][hr][hr][i]Lauren? Cad ar fud an domhain tá sí ag déanamh anseo?[/i] Nora couldn't help but be a bit taken aback, spotting her dear acquaintance walk into the museum. She hadn't spoken with Miss Ridgeway on too many occasions, mostly sharing a quiet word in gaelic. It was quite humorous in Nora's opinion that rather than speaking a useful language, such as Latin, French, or German, that she understood the tongue of the Irish. It was more a geographical development than any, in addition to her nurse as a child speaking Gaelic to her whilst she recovered from her illness. None of her siblings spoke the language, as her brother Edwin, for example, was utilizing his command of French in order to woo an ambassador's daughter. 

However, she ceased to think on her siblings when she noticed the injury on the strange woman's forehead. As far as Nora was aware, the woman was a native of some sorts. Haakon's words towards the woman prompted a subtle raise of an eyebrow on Nora's forehead. Her brother, Ernest, had been killed in action during the Great War--and yet, she found the accusation slightly ridiculous. Perhaps as silly and inexplicable as the values of Miss Clark, and the Lord Major's subtle slight to the actress did not go unnoticed by the quiet Miss Kingston. 

[color=00ccff]"If there is indeed a mathematical dependency, and if it is quite fine with you, Lady Munn, I might be able to deduce its meaning,"[/color] Nora offered, her voice as soft as usual, without the slightest coating or trace of pride. Being the youngest of seven, she had always been naturally shy and quiet. The loud personas had practically been claimed by her siblings prior to her birth, yet Nora enjoyed her relative peace and silence. In a world she seldom agreed with, but could not be bothered to express immense disagreement, it suited her perfectly well. 

[color=00ccff]"Forgive me, Lord Major, but is it really proper to be drinking at this hour?"[/color] Nora asked, not in any sort of admonishing or scolding sense, but as if to receive societal permission to join them on whatever conquest would bring about answers. It was quite clear that some sort of supernatural force was at play, though Nora believed that it could ultimately be reduced to either an iterative or analytical solution. All problems she had encountered in life thus far could, after all.