The compelling stranger  was approaching, Mary's eyes widened as she shrank back in her chair a little, but he was polite enough, but something about the way he was looking at her with that look of, of appraisal?  She nodded slightly, hooked her musket and reslung it as she ros, finishing off her mug.  The others at the table were already involved in their cups or dice, she and the tavenr girl forgotten.  he and the tavern girl, she had to remember that everybody thought she was a he.<br/><br/>"Certainly."  She matched courtesy with courtesy.  A booth was opening up  "Over there?  We can have a bit of privacy, if you wish."  She darted in like quicksilver, just beating out a man who seemed to be sealing a deal with a whore - the woman wasn't even pretending to serve the customer's any other way.