Diane glanced over at Leof and nodded. She knew that they were being incredibly obvious and it wass making every nerve ending tingle. If it hadn't been for that loud mouthed –<br/><br/>No need to wonder about 'what ifs' and 'maybes' is what her momma had always said.<em>Best to keep that pretty head of yours clear and thinking straight, baby. It's a lot easier to think of a plan that way.</em>She looked down at Leof's stuff and decided that regardless of what any of the others thought, she wanted to sit in a dark corner anyway.<br/><br/>Picking up the other helmet, she turned to the bartender, a pretty girl with dark hair and blue eyes. "I'm movin' over to that table," Diane tilted her head towards a table off to the side and with a view of the whole place, "could ya bring me some tequila with salt and lime?" She flashed the girl a bright smile before stepping away and making her way to the table.<br/><br/>She sat down and scooted over all the way to the wall, placing her helmet and Leof's on the table. Right now she really didn't care about kids or being a target or anything, she wanted to soothe the migraine she could feel coming and find a cheap bed to curl up in.