"Wonderful!" She beamed, hands still clasped together, shapely legs taking her slowly down the length of table. Those who'd managed to ignore her initial call were all but forced to then, some placing their cards face down in irritation. Others still fixated on the only word that really mattered in all of this: money.<br/><br/>Oh, yes. It'd worked. Hook, line and sinker. Lucky then, a malicious grin shifted toward a polite enough smile. Lest they see through the ruse.<br/><br/>"Now then. First of all let me say: Hello friends. There are those of you I have had the pleasure of meeting personally," she shifted her eyes up to a leaning Victoria. Glittering only a moment before she was sweeping through the crowd again, being sure to at least offer the illusion of her attention to everyone. "And those I look forward to meeting in these coming days. I believe it is in my best interest to be forthright with you good, honest people."<br/><br/>She cleared her throat, inhaled and lunged.<br/><br/>"The mine. Yes, I am talking about the mine right here in town. I'm told that there was an incident. Men were injured. Killed." She paused for effect, figuring a few seconds was better than nothing for the names of men she'd never care to know. "Since then there has been a..." spinning lazily on heels, the blonde would double back toward the end of the table from where she'd began. "Severe lack of management. Both in terms of how you men have been compensated for this. And in further production. After all, it isn't the promises of Grand Venture or ...their associates that are keeping you men fed, is it?"<br/><br/>Much less drunk, high and drained of most of the fluid of their bodies and further reaches by Miss Freeman's envoy of professionals. Missy spared a moment toward Calvin Jacobs; half drunk and with prostitute in lap, who slunk away from the woman's glare.<br/><br/>Clucking her tongue, she'd continue to the room. "So! First order of business, I'd say, would be to get that mine back up and running, friends." It seemed obvious when she phrased it like she did, all wide eyed and adamant. "Continued production will lead to further revenue. Further revenue leads to disbursement of the appropriate funds." She could tell she was losing them. "Which means you all get paid. It means that this town can continue flourishing as it should have been all along before this little -hm, hurdle, we'll call it."<br/><br/>There was a quick rumble of disapproval from a few of the surviving miners at her glib dismissal of what had been a rather gruesome ordeal. She paid it no mind, powering through.<br/><br/>Still pacing, she could tell by the shuffle of feet and glassware their patience would only extend so long. A quick glance to Clint was the only refresher she needed on lessons regarding promises over offers.<br/><br/>"Now," tucking her chin against her chest a moment, she'd at least look the part of the regretful Belle. "Some of you may have been witness to that unfortunate display earlier, at the bank. And while I am remorseful that some of you were forced to make your first impressions of me based on that..." lifting her head, pleading with everyone at once to forgive her, if only they could, "but I am not ashamed."<br/><br/>"Those men were thieves, friends. Intent on taking what they had no right to. Ferreting off with your earnings and the earnings of our lovely host<i>ess</i>, Miss Victoria Freeman." There was a point she was getting at, even if it seemed to be taking her the better part of the evening to approach it. "And if you take my hand, friends, and lift yourselves back up, you will know nothing short of vociferous concern from both myself," she flourished a small hand near her chest, then to Clint and the other dark-dressed man, "and all Huntington associates."<br/><br/>Taking one final sweep across the room, admiring the way their attention had been appropriately hooked, she'd step back down onto the wood flooring. "If any of you have something to contribute, please, the door to the parlor car is always open to guests." She'd be conducting her business there for the time being. Just as well. She'd probably have shot anyone that approached her tent without warning.<br/><br/>With that handled, the blonde found herself a seat at the bar. Tossing a wink at the bartender and finding little surprise from a trio of grubby looking men eager to discuss why their experiences up at Dead Reach were more valuable than another's. She'd have more than enough of them for an exploratory trip by sunup.