<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>The Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marguerite, Miss Greene, Open<hr/>A shrug was given to the inquiry concerning where she was staying for the night. It was a most eloquent gesture that spoke to the truly cavalier attitude Harley held regarding her potential lodgings—or lack thereof. She didn't have much in the way of coin on her and she certainly had no intention on wasting it on the meager comforts such a small amount would earn her, not when she had no idea just how long Jack was expectin' her to hang about town. Wouldn't be smart to empty her pouch too quickly with so much unrest about town. Of course, a thought occurred to her then that had her dark eyes flashing with something that was most definitely not carefree or easy as she regarded the beautiful brunette before her but she did her best to shove it down before it could take root and lead her headlong into trouble. She was supposed to be keepin' her nose clean after all.<br/><br/>Harley couldn't be sure just how much the woman was able to read off her but their exchange continued on and the lanky gunner found herself fully suckered in. She couldn't be sure if it was a ploy but the admittance of the woman's fear seemed to ring true to her ears and had the added bonus of playing to her concerns, easing that playful spark into something more serious and wary.<br/><br/>In contrast, the look given to her as her original quip was understood in full sent a shiver up the smooth length of her spine and set a weighty, distracting warmth to unfurling low in her abdomen. She'd made her move with far less invitation before but the notion of just why she'd ended up standing outside the Golden Mare kept her restrained. Had Jasper been there at that moment he'd have taken one good look at her and accused her of thinking with her imaginary cock but in truth it was equal parts attraction she didn't need and genuine concern that kept Harley planted before the younger woman.<br/><br/><strong>“Aww, now shucks ma'am. Ain't no need to be concerned about lil' ol' me,”</strong>she assured her, though the curve of her lips and the heat in her gaze may have suggested otherwise. It was her full intention to mind her manners for the time being though and as though to clarify that, the tall woman's features sobered to match that intent.<br/><br/>Her gaze once again roving due to the unsettling chill that lingered, Harley nodded once in reply to the woman's invitation to come in, barely keeping the grimace off her face at the mention of tea and coffee. It seemed she would have to take a turn at playing civilized company for a short while, something of which she was capable but didn't necessarily enjoy in and of itself. Madame Rose hadn't raised a heathen after all but it had been a while since such behavior had been deemed necessary on Harley's part. Luckily for her companion, the outlaw's desire to see her safe outweighed her distaste.<br/><br/><strong>“It would be my absolute pleasure to keep you company for a while darlin'. Least until you feel a mite more settled.”</strong>She glanced about once more before looking toward the hotel where her gaze landed upon a figure she supposed she outta have noticed sooner.<br/><br/>For some reason her level of wary caution jumped a notch as though Miss Greene were the source of her discomfort but that didn't stop a small smile from appearing on her otherwise serious face. Looking away with barely an acknowledgment she looked to Marguerite and gestured toward the doors of the Golden Mare knowing full well they'd have to pass the woman.<strong>“Shall we?”</strong>It wasn't a conscious decision but something in the gunslinger had assumed responsibility for this stranger's safety, at least for the time being anyway, and that unfortunately took precedence over her desire to avoid reminders of things better off forgotten. One day this tendency of hers was going to cause her real grief she knew but for now her interest was in getting the woman off the boardwalk and hopefully away from the eerie feeling that seemed to grow the longer they stood there.