[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/a80e4f600c3f46515db51d40ef3786d7/tumblr_inline_mvwucp19MS1rsud01.gif[/img][hr]Location: Egyptian Museum[/center][hr][hr]Nora nodded kindly at Lady Munn, quieting down once more. From the Lord Major's remarks, as well as the entire muddle of conversations, she decided to make the choice to withdraw, to quiet the room down by one more voice. It struck her as curious that Mr. Drake, a man who appeared so inclined to chatter throughout her short acquaintance with him, had fallen silent. Still, her thoughts were more focused on the task ahead. 

Her father, despite having her as his assistant, hardly ever allowed her to visit the excavations themselves. He mostly insisted that she remain in her home, sorting through materials that he dropped off with her, and accomplishing any other tasks that amused her. It wasn't too dreadfully boring, but she had wanted to use her education in the field of mathematics for some use. Perhaps this would be the only time in her life that Eleanor Kingston could prove to be of use. 

It was true, the expedition to Bastet's cult center would cost a considerable and hefty sum. It was surely irresponsible of her, but Nora had a notion to acquire some pounds from her father, in order to help to fund the expedition. Acquiring money from him was never a challenge--unless he disapproved of the activity. And the prospect of venturing in the company of strangers to an old religious site hardly would be something Dr. Kingston would approve of. 

Of course, he [i]certainly[/i] would not be pleased if he ever knew his youngest daughter was being offered a drink at this hour.  It only took her a moment to devise a solution. Leaving word that she had gone in the company with other ladies of their social class to a spa would certainly please him. It went against her honest nature, but after the events of that night, Nora felt firmly that answers were necessary. 

[color=00ccff]"Allow me, Lady Munn,"[/color] Nora offered, reaching out and helping the Egyptologist to steady the teetering stack of paper. Her hand still pained her greatly from the brand, but she hated to see the educated woman struggling to hold all of the papers together. Nora quickly deduced that the Lady Munn was a beauty without grace.