The tailor shook her head and sighed.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"Well you'll know where to find me. Now if you'll show yourself the door I think I'm going to finish preparin' lunch and get workin' on her shirts..." </span>She mumbled to herself something about cold haggis as she stood up and headed into the back of her house.<br/><br/>Jim returned the kiss after a moment and nodded. "I know, but this isn't the place to act before you think. That's not who I am Brit, I don't like conflict, and I certainly don't like going around trying to apologize to everyone you piss off. You should let them recover a bit before you go and harass them, who knows what they saw down there. But I know for sure she won't be staying here, we spoke for quite a bit while she was tending to my wounds. I can't say I blame her, single mother of two being forced to war and leave her children at an orphanage?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>