The stranger, a bearded man with a scarred face, smiled a brilliantly white smile at the curvaceous intrusion into his solitude. "I always welcome the opportunity for stimulating conversation. Do sit." He kicked the chair opposite him out for Lucille and raised his half full mug in warm greeting.<br/><br/>"You seem to be a woman on a mission. Luckily for you, I keep my ears and eyes open and there's a good chance I can be of use to you." He took a drink and then setting his mug down, his hand disappeared under the table and soon Lucille felt a strong grip on her thigh. "And maybe you can be of use to me."