<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In Ansem Hyral's quarters </strong></div>She watched him, her eyes narrowed for a moment, weighing if he sounded truthful or not.  But than shrugged, why wouldn't she believe him.  She reached out her hand for the cigarette, but didn't light it.<br/><br/>"You know we're not supposed to smoke here.  But I think I can overlook it this one time."  Smiling she pushes herself up and off the bed, walking towards her clothes.  While she buttoned up her blouse and slipped into her jacket she looked around a moment for her panties before slipping them on and straightening out her skirt.<br/><br/>"I thin I'll be heading out now, thanks for the good time.  I trust you'll keep this to yourself."  The last was more of a statement than a question and with that she walked out.  Heading to her room so that she could have a quick shower before going over some reports from the day.<br/>