<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, Olaana, Erin<br/><br/>"Half the women? I dunno about that, I think you overestimate my appeal," Kepler said, briefly distracted from commenting further by Olaana shoving her plate toward him -- was she feeling generous? Trying to make him complicit in the special treatment? -- then drank his juice. He looked at her a long moment, bemused, before returning back to Lawrence's question. "It's been my experience most of the time when women flirt there's not a lot behind it, they just like to flirt. I don't imagine myself ever being the source of much fuss and I don't know that stringing a bunch of people along to keep the peace would work anyway. I just do my job, be honest with folks, and I guess I thought that would be enough."<br/><br/>He took a deep breath hearing Erin get invited over, knowing it would be hard to get any more insight on Lawrence now and that he might as well be under a microscope. "I stopped calling women bitches when I decided I was sick of being a raging asshole," he corrected Olaana then nodded to Erin, determined to make an effort to be polite as he greeted her. "Morning."<br/><br/>Aaaaand she was off, hardly letting anybody else get a word in edgewise as she tore into Chloe. He felt himself on the verge of getting angry until he realized at least half her reason for all the trash talk was to piss him off and he wasn't about to let her get her way. It rankled him, of course, but then again he had little patience for backbiting in general. He just did his best to get through the rest of his breakfast and let her ramble though when she finally stopped, he couldn't quite stifle the urge to open his mouth.<br/><br/>"Clearly she pissed you off, Erin," he commented, effectively keeping the irritation out of his voice and giving what was left of his oatmeal a little stir. "But you talk a hell of a lot more about Chloe than she ever talks about you, make of that what you will."<br/><br/>He gave Erin a little shrug then glanced across the table at Lawrence, wondering if the other man had noticed the women were all too eager to shred each other to pieces without Kepler having to be the cause of it. He paused before finishing his breakfast. "Lawrence, I managed to get my hands on some decent cigars last stop, you and I should have a smoke some time."  <br/></div>