<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br/><br/>The conversation had been proceeding amusingly, and though Kat could not make out the details of her friends' whispered conversation, she hardly needed to. She kept her amusement to herself, and her attention on the others; especially Estelle.<br/><br/>"Yes," she said to her, "you simply must join us. I can promise you'll not be bored -"<br/><br/>The sudden jolting of the carriage to a halt cut off the rest of her words, but Kat was loathe to give up her appearance of poise. She let the others scramble to see, smiling serenely. A smile that became a little forced as the cries of 'soldiers' went up. Kat knew fine well that this train of noble-born might make a fine catch for bandits or raiders, and her hand surreptitiously brushed the hilt of her keep-sake knife.<br/><br/>Still, they had guards, and Viktor was proving himself usefully manly and guarding the door. Kat thought she might reward him for that later, it's never a bad idea to let people know you appreciate a body placed between oneself and harm. As for herself, for the moment there was little to do save to converse, and show that she was unafraid.<br/><br/>"Oh, my silly darling," she said, turning to Kolette, and trying her own light-hearted (if poor taste) commentary. "While Antoinette is quite the catch, I don't think that many bandits would have the refined sensibility to enjoy her company as we do. I am quite sure any barbarian with any sense would endeavour to make off with<em>all</em>of us. Except for gallant Viktor, of course, but given his presence, I doubt we have anything to fear."<br/><br/>She drew the dagger, holding it lightly in her lap, and looking to her friends. "Remember we are the flower of our nation, and they are but a jumped-up peasant rabble. I am sure this will be handled quite quickly, and then we shall be on our way."