[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

Despite what is her outward appearance, Josephine was not stupid. She picked up on social cues quite easily. She could sense the disdain in Vera's tone, even the slight smirk on the little girl's face didn't escape her notice (what [i]was[/i] her name again? Laura? Flora? It began with an N, but damn if she didn't care much about the girl). Either way, she could tell that she was probably not the most popular girl in the room, and that angered her. However, she knew when to pick her battles and when to back down. This was not the time to pick a fight. Instead, she waved her hand in the air, [color=F48CA7]"What kind of civilized country denies money of any kind? Ah well, I put the offer out and it still stands should the need for more funds arise."[/color]

She awaited the old man to lead them to what she hoped would be the room they would be drinking in. She needed one badly. However, a dashing new man came in and seemed to surprise a few in the room. Most notably it was the old man who claimed the man shouldn't be here, and should be quite dead. Needless to say, today was full of surprises, it seemed. She made her away across the room and held out a hand to the new stranger, [color=F48CA7]"Josephine Clark. How do you do, darling? I must say, for a dead man, you look quite dashing, if I may be so bold."[/color]