Frederick Steele was no stranger to the bar run by "Tiny" as he spent alot of his inbetweens there. He strolled in opening the door in the lazy manner that he had. He started strolling towards his usual corner when he happened to notice a classy looking woman. "'scuse me miss.....we don't see...gals like you 'ere often" He had a bit of appalachian country twang in his speach but it wasn't too thick to be clearly understood. He was walking over to the bar now. His intreague had been caught now.