<strong>-- Delilah Etienne (http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/9682/boxingwoman.jpg) - Simon’s Bull - Shootin' the shit.  --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Money's money," she said noncommittally.  "I've gotten used to the travel.  Seeing the whole damn country pass by in my rear view.  Shit, now I'm soundin' like a fuckin' Western song."<br/><br/>Delilah flicked a few clumps of ash into the tray, a careless gesture that told Michael everything he needed to know when it came to her feelings on<em>trouble</em>.  "This wouldn't be the worst dive I've been in, nor the most scummy side of a town.  There's shadows everywhere you go in the world, and plenty of bastards hidin' in 'em.  Some worse than others."<br/><br/>Her knuckles popped as she made a fist, crumpling the still-hot remains of the cigarette between her fingers without so much as flinching, then brushed it off into the ground pile of ash between them.  "I can take of myself, sure.  No shortage of idiots no matter where you go."  She let a smile creep through, but only just.  "I sleep in my truck most nights.  Does shit for the back, but it beats paying for a roach motel."