<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br/><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Train, dining car<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br/><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lawrence, the Twins, Chloe<br/><br/><em>You have me mistaken for somebody that works for you, asshole.</em><br/><br/>The thought was foremost in his mind as he felt his irritation grow at Lawrence's lecture, and worse, de facto order that Kepler leave the dining car like a child who was misbehaving at the table. There was only of those here and she was standing on the fucking chair. Then again, there were any  number of things he could have said and probably would have, no doubt starting a fight that would have been a challenge to contain but he found the resolve to keep his cool in a strange place. The women.<br/><br/>Chloe was cool, as classy as ever despite what she must be feeling at Erin's outburst. He could only admire her ability to keep her composure -- he was no slouch in that department either but he still had limits as this morning illustrated very well. Then there was Olaana's reaction to Lawrence which Kepler never would have predicted though why she suddenly seemed so angry with Lawrence was a mystery to him. Erin was Erin, and also mistaken if she didn't think Kepler had the means or will to physically remove her but of course, any confrontation that might have occurred was derailed by Olaana's kiss and then Erin's vindictiveness suddenly crumpling as she fled the room. <br/><br/>"Huh," Kepler grunted in the silence that followed her departure, puzzled and scratching the back of his head. While seconds before he'd been mad enough to go toe-to-toe with Lawrence, for now all the other man got was a shrug and a look that was almost sympathetic as well as held a hint of <em>what-the-hell-was-that</em>. He tucked his book back under his arm and picked up his dishes to carry them over to the bussing bin, pausing to nod at Lottie and Kate who were oddly wearing masks. "Good morning, ladies. Those are nice masks, but I prefer your faces. I'm sorry if all that noise disturbed your meal."<br/><br/>He approached Chloe next, giving her a nod as well. "I'd wish you good morning too but it seems a bit late for that." A small smile. "There are a couple things I'd like to go over with you when you have some time. Just let me know. And at least try to enjoy the rest of your breakfast."<br/></div>