Pretty Boy chuckled, clearly pleased with her response to the attention he was giving her. Suddenly he stod almost at attention, and Gina soon realized why. A man in a tux and a cigar in his hand, flanked by a couple of friends, was inspecting them. The man who must be the winner still had his mask on, but Gina could tell he was at least ok looking, maybe even a bit handsome. He wore a mustache, she could tell that much.<br/>"Here's a real beauty for you, sir, if you don't mind me saying. I wouldn't say no to taking her for a spin myself."<br/>It was strange hearing Pretty Boy speak politly to the men about how fine a prize she was, it was like his politness had a certain tone of mockery in it, and this wasn't lost on the men, who looked like him in contempt, wondering why the help was speaking to them. They were smart enough not to make an issue of it though, they probably could sense the danger he represented.