<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0b/Msgreene.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Miss Maybelle Greene<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Margeurite, Harley, Open<br/><hr/>Miss Greene continued to sip upon her tea, but as Harley came within and prepared herself to be seated, there were gazes between a few od the other patrons.  The gunslinger's manly attire and dusty clothes clearly impressed no one, and there were small, inaudible comments whispered to one another behind the backs of hands.<br/><br/>For a moment, one of the valets prepared to approach, summoning the courage to face down the woman with a gun on her hip.  Harley'd seen the look in his eyes before - whether because of the color of her skin or the manner of her dress, 'polite' society was often ready to scorn her coin, and her company.  But as he approached, Miss Greene simply raised a hand, and the valet halted like a dog on her leash.  She brushed him back behind the front desk with a flick of her fingers, and he swallowed, nodding.<br/><br/>Miss Greene offered a faint smile to the unusual pair, and then returned to her tea and her scone.  The valet approached, assiduously ignoring Harley to address Margeurite.<br/><br/>"Mrs. Landry, some effects arrived for you, and were placed upstairs in your room."  He smiled faintly, teenage eyes drifting momentarily to Margeurite's neck, before focusing his attention back upon her eyes.