<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> Erin. Olaana, Lawrence, anyone else in earshot<br/><br/>"I think you're onto something," Kepler said to Lawrence's proposed meeting over cigars and scotch. "Count me in."<br/><br/>He shrugged a little at Lawrence's comment on scorned women though it was good-natured enough. He wasn't entirely dismissive of the idea that women could be trouble, he knew better, it's just that in his experience, talking about it really didn't help. When trouble was going to come, it was going to come. He didn't even respond to Olaana's attempts to stir things up further -- it wasn't worth it and she'd made up her mind about him for whatever reason without needing to know a damn thing about him so weighing in with his opinion on anything, certainly arguing with her, wasn't going to make a difference. He'd just finished up the last of breakfast and was seeing his way free and clear to excuse himself when Erin lost her damn mind. He stood, her vitriol still lingering in the room as everyone stopped eating to stare.<br/>Of course it was personal to a degree. He couldn't lie to himself about having feelings for Chloe...couldn't deny his instinct to want to protect her and keep her from this kind of assholery. But it was also entirely truthful to say that he would have taken the same stance, regardless of the subject of Erin's ire, and had in fact done much the same in the past when somebody got out of control. So he put his personal anger aside, kept in check, his cold and almost detached.<br/><br/>"That's enough," he said, his voice raised ever so slightly but as he never raised his voice, it sounded almost like a shout. "Erin, you're causing a disruption...you've managed to disturb everybody's meal...you can't muster the manners the rest of us learned in kindergarten...your breakfast is over. Get off the goddamned chair and take your sorry ass out of here."<br/></div>