Blackwell had some kind of meat on a stick.  Something akin to beef, but she didn't think that was right -- she wasn't certain exactly what it was, and hadn't bothered to ask.  She pulled a bit from the skewer with her teeth as she watched the girl she'd laid eyes on close in on some wanderer, some stranger with a distinct lack of hygiene.<br/><br/>She chewed quietly, leant back on a barrel that stood nearly as tall as she did.  There were other sights and sounds, food and people here that she could turn her attention to, not let a moment's hesitation and bad timing bother her at all.  It was, after all, a festival.  Why not just relax and have a good time?<br/><br/>She finished chewing the stringy beef-stuff and swallowed it down.  She considered the rest of the meat on the stick, and for the moment, decided not to take another bite.  'Just relax' wasn't really an appealing option for Blackwell (and she was never truly 'just relaxed'); skewer in hand, she stepped away from the barrel, and made her way toward the black-haired lass that caught her eye, making her way neatly past any moving bodies between them.  It wasn't hard; unarmed and unarmored for the festival, Blackwell still cut an imposing figure.<br/><br/>When she reached the pair, the pretty girl and the scrubbish fellow she'd taken to, she came up quietly and quickly, setting her hand on the scruffy fellow's shoulder and pointing the meat-on-a-stick skewer casually at woman that had approached him.  "Who's this you're talkin' to?" she asked him, inviting herself right into the conversation, and glancing comfortably between the two, a half-cocked smile on her face.