<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o5_250.jpg)</div>Name: Kate<br/>Place within Hierarchy: New talent<br/>Role: Act<br/>Position: Burlesque Dancer<br/>Location: The Train<br/>Tagging: Lottie<br/><br/>Not removing the mask until absolutely necessary, Kate, almost in unison, smiled when her sister did. There was no hidden meaning in her smile. In fact she seemed quite genuine. Well that was the hope, since she did not want to let her sister down, who was clearly trying to make friends. Kate had told her many times<em>'Not to try so hard. If someone wants to get to know you, Lottie, they will come to you. Don't be so easy.'</em><br/><br/>She had to agree that Kep was quite the gentleman. She raised an eyebrow when Lottie brought up her books once again. How on earth was she ever to meet the right man, or woman, if she kept thinking that the perfect partner would have to be lifted from one of her books, she thought. That aside, Lottie was right on the money with this one, so she shared her thoughts about Kep for now.<br/><br/>Before she spoke on any subject she felt the need to light up once she had finished the last of her many mouthfuls. She shuffled to find them and was about to indulge when the words of conscience spoke out. So before even lighting her first of the day, she put them away and added. "I was just checking they were packed." Feeling the need to move topic, she replied to Lottie's interest in Kep. "Yes, the way he presents himself is a dying art. As for his protective arm, I think we are in safe hands with him, dearest Lottie."<br/>