"Of course I'll be careful," Betty told Graham.<br/><br/>After all, she didn't want an incident like the one at the office.<br/><br/>The accountant took a second to take in her suroundings, then stalked off in the direction of the pub, pausing only to take of her highly impractical but ever so professional-looking high-heeled shoes. Really if she was going to be sticking around these people with their tendency to park in muddy fields she'd need to get some trainers or boots or something... If she truly wanted to blend she might even have to get one of those tye-died shirts. Or maybe not. She did have principles.<em>Alright, concentrate</em>. The pub seemed a good place to start, what with most of the children and old people being herded there - now where were Graham's wife and kids...?<br/><br/>The woman began to weave through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone. With the shoes off, she was able to do so quite smoothly, gracefully even.