<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>Outside the Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Margeurite, Harley, Open<br/><hr/>Just inside the hotel, visible from the street entryway, a familiar face sat in the dining lobby.  She sipped at tea, her skirts perfectly arranged around her.  Miss Greene's sharp eyes recognized Harley, slipping back to the pretty socialite who accompanied her.  They flashed with a certain intrigue, and she raised the teacup to her lips. taking another careful sip.<br/><br/>There was that strange, otherworldly sense of being watched, but there was a considerably more ordinary one, too.  Gem's old madame knew Harley's face, and knew about their myriad rendezvous.  It was difficult to read her face, but there was the hint of an amused smile, or perhaps a wisp of intrigue at the company Harley kept - or perhaps it was the company Margeurite kept.  Regardless, she didn't rise from the couch, nor beckon to the two women.