Betty dissapeared briefly into the bathroom and emerged with a clean face and hands and a changed attitude. The anger that'd sat on her face so plainly was gone, helped considerably by ditching the kids with other people, and the professional mask was back on. The mud and torn stockings could, unfortunately, not be helped but she was just going to pretend not to notice in hopes nobody else would.<br/><br/>The woman walked up to the bar with a very straight back and a haughty look on her face, almost like she considered herself above this type of establishment and it's patrons.<br/><br/>“That’s better,” she sighed, joining Laura,  then frowned as a thought hit her, “Any word on Graham?”