<strong>-- Delilah Etienne (http://img838.imageshack.us/img838/9682/boxingwoman.jpg) - Simon’s Bull - Shootin' the shit.  --</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"To the little things," she echoed, downing the next shot like a champ.  There was no telling just how long or how much she'd been drinking, but it was clear that the girl could hold her liquor.  Either that or she was making a damn good show of it.  Delilah took a good long drag on the gifted cig, letting the smoke roll briefly against her tongue before exhaling it through her nostrils.  Some of the tension seemed to just flow right out of her, as if all the booze had just been waiting for the right spark to calm her mind.<br/><br/>At the questions she paused, but only briefly.  "Just drove in from Washington.  State," she added.  "Long ass drive.  Wouldn't be the first.  Won't be the last.  Dropped off a couple tons of lumber off at some warehouse at the docks.  Packin' an empty trailer until I get my next assignment."<br/><br/>She glanced through the haze of smoke collecting in front of her, giving her truck a hard look through the window.  "Wouldn't think a little place like this would need so much wood.  Buildin' something big, I guess."<br/><br/>When he brought up her eyes she just looked at him without blinking, like a dare or a challenge.  But then the moment passed and she was laughing again, though it had a more bitter tune to it this time.  "I get that a lot.  That, or weird stares.  Me?  Don't care much fer 'em.  Gotten me in trouble more than once."  Then, almost as an afterthought, "Remind me too much o' someone else too.  Not in a good way either."