<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/>The valet knew well enough when he was dismissed, and gave a small bow of his head at the dismissal.  “Always chancy in this part of the country,” he agreed.  He seemed to want to idle and gossip, but the place was too well known for its religious adherence to what passed for politeness in Gomorra to allow him to tarry.  “Have a good evening, ma'am.”<br/><br/>Miss Greene sipped on her tea a moment longer, then set down the empty cup.  She smoothed her own skirts, giving a polite nod to both Harley and Margeurite – though Harley knew the look in the woman's eye well enough to know they'd be speaking again later.  She paused by the front counter, addressing the valet in low tones, before turning and painting another practiced smile on her face and venturing to the stairs, and then pausing.  She was only a few feet from the table, polite enough to address without a presumption of formality.<br/><br/>“Mrs. Landry,” she interjected, then turned to Harley.  “A thousand pardons, Harley, its so good to see you back in town.”  She actually sounded genuine as she greeted Harley by name.  Mrs. Landry – I do hope you don't mind the intrusion, but it occurs to me I've forgotten my manners.”  She gave a small, light laugh.  “The Maze seems to have that effect on people.  I had meant to inquire if the accommodations were to your satisfaction.  Are you settling in?”  She hovered with one hand on the banister, clearly ready to make the momentary intrusion just that - momentary - if her presence was unwelcome.