(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Lily1.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lilian Carnegy<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Henshaw's Library<br/><strong>With:</strong>Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>When:</strong>After 4pm<br/><strong>what:</strong>Being amusing<br/><br/><br/><strong>"Only when I have to be." </strong>She returned his smile, a rare case and it brightened her face.<strong>"Whiskey is fine thank you."</strong>She nodded her head shifting in the chair and sitting up a bit. She was never one who could just sit for long periods of time, she always had to be moving.<br/><br/><strong>"I am sure that is true, yet none of you have met with an Indian...Growing tough skin is in our blood."</strong>She explained watching him get the drinks. His movements were so fluid so easy. It was hard not to watch.