<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>Saloon<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>A blue silk bathrobe<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Introductory<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>While most of the ladies seemed preoccupied in shooting glances between one another, Corinne's eyes had been fixated on one of the viewports all day. The Mists were a perpetual fascination to her, the mystery she had sworn to unravel, the reason she had plied her connections in the Society for Antiquity to join this cruise in the first place. And yet she remembered all too well the sheer terror she had experienced during her first investigation, a terror bordering on madness. Surely it was just childishness on her part, but she would certainly feel braver with someone at her side.<br/><br/>So when Jacqueline boldly proclaimed her willingness to venture outside, Corinne wheeled around almost too eagerly, her robe flaring out just a moment, giving the briefest flash of leg. "I'm going!" she proclaimed, as if she had resolved herself to it from the beginning. And Jacqueline's confidence was reassuring in itself. Danae, too, seemed like a capable woman, but there was  something about the Lieutenant that unnerved Corinne, as well.<br/><br/>"I need to observe the mists more closely for my studies." A faint quaver could be heard in Corinne's voice. She hoped it came across as enthusiasm. She did not want to develop a reputation as the fearful little girl, who needed her hand held when the fog rolled in.