<strong>Maggie</strong><br/><br/>Had Maggie not been distracted by Aurora's company, she might have objected to Rayne's proposal, assuming Davis would scoop up generous amounts of all he was offered and scarf it down with a shit eating grin. However she was slightly dazed by the raven headed guitarist's presence. Normally Maggie found herself a little tongue tied around the talented, beautiful and poised young woman, but tonight she had the added awkwardness of wondering whether Aurora had seen her fall from Boston's bunk. Maggie had thought she'd seen her curvy shadow looming behind her as she splayed over the floor.<br/><br/>Her embarrassment showed in a faint splash of blush over her cheeks, the evasiveness of her eyes and the slight trembling of her hands as she patted herself down in search of the lighter she kept on her person for just such an occasion. She produced a half full white bic lighter and offered the plastic tube to Aurora, knowing that trying to spark it and meet the tip of the cigarette with her uncooperative hands would likely only make her appear more frazzled then she already had.