<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Doom%20Town/c45c9351-3123-49e6-b250-c45847c7f82e_zpsdd362d0d.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Harley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown to the public<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Notices Nicodemus, Marguerite, and Deacon; Open<hr/>Subtlety was beyond Harley by this point, though that was probably for the best considering how badly she was failing at anything even remotely approaching subtle. Her eyes had been all for the ghost of her past that seemed inexplicably placed before her but at last a turn of the woman's head released the grip on Harley's heart as she realized it was a stranger her eyes were glued to in a most improper way. Once she noted the first difference the rest became readily apparent and relief caused her head to drop, tearing her gaze away from the small grouping to the scuffed toes of her dusty boots. Her lingering had surely been noticed and was likely not what Black Jack had meant by sending her into town to keep an eye on things. Add that to the fact that she was too far away to hear anything useful and well, this was just a moment of failure on her part.<br/><br/>Turning to walk away and leave the awkwardness behind, Harley found her eyes lifting despite herself to look for the red haired Whateley again. There was something about him that produced the both the urge to run the other way and the urge to move closer but for the moment the reason why lay just beyond her reach. She saw the young woman decide to move off alone and made a decision that was admittedly one part curiosity, one part reluctance to see her make her way through the evening streets unescorted. Turning from the remaining gentlemen she hesitated for only a short moment before setting her long legged stride to the task of catching up with the unknown woman while maintaining the appearance of unhurried movement.<br/><br/>Gradually her unease faded as she distanced herself from Whateley and Sloane and her layer of natural calm seemed to return to settle about he shoulders like a well fitted coat. She risked a glance backward but neither Sloane nor Nicodemus were where she'd seen them last and so she turned her attention back to the brunette as she fell into step beside her, a certain distance carefully maintained as she had no wish to scare her outright or be struck for her trouble. Her voice was held low as she decided to speak, though it wasn't a casual greeting or even introduction that she offered.<strong>"Seems to me you outta to be more careful, Ma'am."</strong>