<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> The Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br/><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Chloe<br/><br/>As much as Kepler respected Elizabeth and as beautiful as she was, he sometimes forgot she was a <em>woman</em>, prone to the same foibles as anyone else. At times like this though that became all too apparent as he felt like he'd just put his foot in a bear trap and watched it snap closed on his leg. It had been going so well but he supposed he had only himself to blame with his ham-handed question but her response and retreat was all the answer he needed to his question despite her analysis that it was over.<br/><br/>Yes, this was going to be a problem.<br/><br/>"Elizabeth..." he protested quietly as she kissed his cheek and moved away but it was clear she needed a moment. What she had said to him weighed heavily on him -- he could punch an asshole who got grabby, scum who tried to rip them off, but what the hell could he do about a broken heart? -- but now really wasn't the time to talk it out. He watched her head back to her table and rubbed the back of his neck, his stomach rumbling as he noted the food being wheeled in, earlier than Elizabeth would have liked, he was sure. He sighed and made his way over to where Chloe was standing by herself.<br/><br/>"Good evening, Miss Mallory, I seem to have made Elizabeth's night worse I thought I'd come and see if I could drag you down too," he greeted her with a hint of a smirk. "You should come and have some dinner. That's my opinion anyway. And it's my jobs to make these calls for your own good, right?" <br/></div>