<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, Chloe's compartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br/><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br/><br/>As soon as he stepped into Chloe's compartment he regretted it. He instantly felt big and unwieldy, the proverbial bull in a china shop, as he perched on the edge of the chair he could see that she was even more uncomfortable than he was. It had been stupid to think he'd be welcome in her only place of privacy on the train and though he realized he should have asked to speak to her somewhere else it was a little late now. The tiny room wasn't really messy but he knew his unexpected presence compelled her to make the remark so he just dismissed it with a hint of a smile.<br/><br/>"First I just wanted to know if you're ok. You handled yourself very well back there but it can't have been easy." He glanced down at his big calloused hands, feeling something like a fool for thinking she would confide in him about it. "Secondly...you'll probably think I'm nuts, but I have a feeling things are going to get rocky. I don't just mean Erin and her mouth. between you and me, I respect Elizabeth but I can't say where her head is at right now. You know, where emotions are concerned, even the smartest person can not see the forest for the trees. Just...be careful. Keep your eyes open. If anything ever seems out of place...even if it just <em>feels</em> wrong, would you let me know?"<br/></div>