<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Dining Room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Stout Frock<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Attempting to defuse.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Zoe, Heinfroth, Faelyn<br/><hr/><br/>Corrine blinked, snapping back to reality all at once. She had lost herself in morbid speculation, trying to recall each of the<em>Charlotte's</em>passengers in turn, wondering which, if any, might lay an accusation of witchcraft at her feet. Faelyn's flash of temper, however, presented a far more concrete concern. Corinne had no desire to spend another evening camping because one of her companions had once again angered their host.<br/><br/>"Faelyn, I'm certain the doctor meant no disrespect," Corrine said, rising swiftly to interpose herself between the two women. "This is simply an opportunity for... cultural exchange?" She really was improvising here. "I for one would be quite interested to hear your observations. I think we may learn much from each other."<br/><br/>While she would much rather go with Zoe to meet the other survivors, perhaps she would be better served playing diplomat here. And she<em>was</em>keen to hear more of Faelyn's observations. They may, after all, lend some insights into the mists as well.