[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/e2dc091ef456da8501d15eda98e69ff6/tumblr_n83let5PDb1sx6dsko1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Egyptian Museum[/center][hr][hr]Had Nora not grown up in a fiercely strict and respectable British household, she perhaps would have been unable to keep her composure. As the Lady Munn gave Mr. Drake a piece of her mind, scolding the man with an intensity Nora had never seen a young woman possess before, it was a most amusing sight to behold. Nothing like it would have occurred back in England, not with the watchful and judgmental eyes of the peers. It was perhaps either a compliment or an insult that the pair of them showed such lack of social restrain while in Nora's presence--she hoped for the former. 

Nodding at Lady Munn as the Countess once again praised Nora's skills, despite never having seen them at work, Nora followed the pair with her eyes as they stepped into the hallway. She raised a slight eyebrow, unable to hear or see what words might pass between the pair. It was her opinion that the Lady Munn was not entirely done laying into Mr. Drake. If her words were a lash, the man was likely to bleed to death from this treatment. 

But it was not her place to pry. She returned to her notes and her work, annotating the few pieces the Lady Munn had provided to her in her journal. It sometimes helped her to discover a pattern if written in her own hand. And once transcribed, her meager skills in cryptography or decipherment would be put to a most noble use. Undoubtedly the extra information from the Lady Munn would prove most useful--but any information she may glean from the preliminary sample would prove just as apt.