<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br/>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br/>Time: Day 1, Evening<br/>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br/><br/><hr/><br/>For a moment there, she felt like a teenager, a giggle almost escaping her at the man's response. He may have been stoic earlier, but he seemed to be warming up to her now. Something must have made him more comfortable around her. Then, the table between them almost seemed as if it wasn't, as if he was actually closer than that. Inexplicably, the woman found she was more than physically attracted to him. Maybe it was all the weapons, or the sheer strength in his body, but she felt... Safe. Comfortable. A strange sensation since the nearest she had felt to safe in years was behind the long barrel of her shot gun.<br/><br/>Suddenly, that feeling was a gone. A long chill ran up her spine. Perhaps it was just the door opening? Glancing back, it had already shut, but there was a new person in the room, and he was staring right at them. Another chill. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Oyohusa's reaction- not a very good one at that. His knuckles were white and as he turned back she saw a look of pure hatred and misery mixing about in his eyes. The initial reaction was to calm him down, though apparently her body had already thought of that, hand lying atop his fist. A strange feeling told the woman that the second he got the chance, he would probably go ahead and rip old Top Hat's head off. Probably not a good thing, especially in a town of this size. "Something about that guy kind of... creeps me out, almost scares me, even," she spoke softly, shifting in her seat. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable, but even she couldn't figure out why. Never seeing the man before made it that much more mysterious.<br/><br/>Looking back towards the young waitress, she gave a slightly impatient stare. It seemed to be a busy night, so she understood that it may take the girl a while, but her discomfort was making Iggy begin to lose her appetite. Giving in to that feeling would end up being a lethal decision in her case, so she wanted to eat quickly and go get a room. Glancing back at the creep in the corner brought the choice to move her chair so her back was to him, now sitting closer to Oyohusa. This allowed for hushed voices, which somehow made her feel better. "I hope there are enough rooms left for us. There are a lot of people here and, as big as this place is, it's not a full blown hotel."<br/><br/>So that was a lie. She secretly wanted there to be only one tiny room left in the place. That way she could indulge in her safety blanket of sorts, allowing her to feel more comfortable as she slept, as well as make sure he didn't run off on a homicidal rampage (feeling that would inevitably happen). But what was she supposed to say? 'Hey, would you sleep with me tonight?' That definitely would not sound the way it was supposed to. Well... Not that she would mind how it could turn out. But that wasn't necessarily on her mind at the moment. Large, brown eyes gazed up at Feathertail, the lack of sun having stripped them of their golden rings, leaving a dull hazel to simply make them look as if they were glowing. "I... I wonder how much they'll charge me for the truck." Is that what she was going to say? No.. What was it?