<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, Edward(NPC), Ginny, J.B.<hr/>Situations had a way of getting out of hand real quick fast and in a hurry out west. It was something Harley had noted as a girl growing up and watching grown men argue over women like they were property. It was something that had taught her early on to temper any hot blooded reactions she was likely to have if she wanted to live any length of time. The one time she forgot that rule... Well, lets just say there was a reason the lanky beauty wasn't still in Texas.<br/><br/>Polite regard had been given to Miss Greene upon her appearance at the table, something that was done both by virtue of the place the woman held and the few things she knew of her as well as the desire to maintain her low key presence in town. She did recognize something in the Lady's glance that said they might be destined for a conversation at some point down the line but Harley wasn't too sure if that was something she should worry about or not so she chose to put it out of her mind for the time being. As such she remained removed from the conversation, allowing the two women before her the right to their civilized exchanged while her dark eyes took another survey of the room.<br/><br/>Bodies, she was countin' em, mapping out their likely paths should trouble come come bursting in and what obstacles would be helpful or hindering. It was an almost unconscious thing that she frequently found herself doing, though part of her attention remained aware of those before her. However, it was for this very reason that she saw the Soldier approach and, much as she had with the valet, noted his intention even before he opened his mouth.<br/><br/>For what seemed the hundredth time today, Harley found herself bearing the brunt of entirely unnecessary insult. While she wasn't a hot head in the strictest sense of the word there did come a point when one simply got enough of having dirt kicked at them unnecessarily. She was supposed to be keeping her nose clean and simply keeping her eyes and ears open in the coming days, yet here she was having to listen to the typical drivel that spilled from mens' mouths when they thought themselves entitled. She wanted to point out to the good soldier that havin' a cock didn't automatically make one better qualified for anything 'cept pissing into the wind but given the company present she swallowed back the nasty barb that threatened--though anyone who cared enough to look would see it was there--and offered instead a merely casual observation in that smoky drawl of hers.<br/><br/><strong>"Pardon me, Lieutenant, but it'd seem ta me your forwardness is the least a your concerns. I, for one, would be a mite concerned ta trust my safety to a fellow, no matter how handsome or charming,"</strong>yes, she was laying it on a bit thick,<strong>"if he's already shown a clear tendency to abandon his post mid-duty... <em>Sir.</em>"</strong>The last was added with a wide smile so sweet one was likely to choke on it, her attention shifting briefly in the direction of the woman he'd abandoned to come running over and ogle Marguerite's bosom.<strong> "Course, being jes a lowly <em>woman</em> such as mahself... what do I know? Maybe its jes that sense a honor you got that says you should be lookin' ta put your <em>hardware</em> ta use whenever possible. Though, I been told overuse can cause its fair share a problems as well."</strong><br/><br/>Okay so maybe she didn't quite swallow the barb fully... oops.<br/><br/>There was an impishness now present in her normally sober features but she couldn't quite manage to wipe it way no matter how much she knew she should. Miss Greene's presence on served to make her feel more like a naughty child but that wasn't to be helped just now. And despite her level of amusement at the situation as a whole, Harley was still alert. She didn't know this man, there was no tellin' if he'd simply ignore her or take supreme offense to her words. Though he had put himself at a disadvantage by moving in so close with no regard toward the weapon she carried.<br/><br/>In any case, Harley was prepared for whatever backlash or scolding she might receive for her... slip. She maintained her seat and her casual posture rather than rising to take her leave though she could have. She'd come in, setting foot into a fine establishment clearly outside her means, to keep the young woman company until she felt better at ease and she'd done that. Miss Greene was here and could see the woman further settled if necessary. Her obligation was met and she could in fact stand and walk out the door with a clear conscience if it came to that. However, she needed to be sure that her departure was in fact what was desired. She had not forgotten the information Mrs. Landry had mentioned and the potential offer of temporary employment either but that was a secondary thought. Her gaze first went to Miss Greene, then to Mrs. Landry, looking for a sign of whether dear Edward's offer had actually been well received and if her subsequent departure was preferable.<br/>