<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8f/Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg/600px-Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harley, Open<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Marguerite_Tuerny_10.jpg)</div><br/>The face looking down at her was lovely - a face feminine in it's every curve and contour.  And yet there was something distinctly masculine in the look she was getting.  Perhaps it was the aura of calm confidence, or the air of coiled deadly power the taller woman displayed.  Harley's eyes were dark - either deeply brown or the black of a native or a Mexican - the imperfect light out here in the street made it impossible for Marguerite to tell for certain.  Their eyes met for a moment, and then she demurely looked away.  Flicking a glance to the side, and then looking to the woman's gun, her focus returned to Harley's face, though slyly at first, a quick glance through thick lashes.  She hastily turned her focus to the nearby window as the gun-woman appraised the hotel.  Shy as a darting fawn, her gaze returned to the other woman's darkly flashing eyes when their attention turned back to her.<br/><br/>This time their eyes locked, holding as Harley commented on the hotel.<strong> "It is adequate."</strong>She agreed to the appraisal of her accommodations.<strong>"Much better than what I expected out here in the Maze."</strong>She added, keeping the conversation alive because the alternate was being alone with her eerie watcher.  The tall woman didn't seem the type to plant roots, and she suspected that Harley didn't call anyplace home.  At least anyplace near Gomorra.<strong>"Where are you staying?"</strong><br/><br/>She flashed a wide grateful smile up at the taller woman as the woman stated her ability to protect her.  Marguerite believed every word of it, and her smile softened shyly.<strong>"I know it's silly, but I have this dreadful feeling of being watched.  But with you here it doesn't seem so threatening."</strong>A confession she instantly wished she hadn't made, but wasn't going to retract.  Only... a lack of equipment?  Surely the pistol was adequate to ensure their safety!  And then she connected the dots between her slip regarding gender and any equipment that might be lacking, and she blushed scarlet, suppressing a girlish giggle by pressing fingers to soft smiling lips.<strong>"I think I might need protection from you!"</strong>She accused around the fingers and the suppressed giggle.<strong>"You and your equipment."</strong>She finally tore her eyes away, looking down at the gun-fighting rig circling the other woman's full hips.<br/><br/>She looked up again when Harley offered to escort her to the door.<strong>"I don't know."</strong>She hedged.<strong>"It is only three steps after all."</strong>She considered.<strong>"Would you like to come in?  There's a little dining area off the lobby.  We could have tea or some coffee.  I... I just don't want to be alone right now."</strong>She'd had that horrible nightmare last night - unlike any of the nightmares that went before.  More vivid and more disturbing even than the sight of her mother afire, running toward her with arms extended for a loving embrace. First the nightmare, and now this feeling of being watched.  She hoped such things weren't usual in Gomorra.