<div class="floatright">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/14/149111/2930359-celebrity-image-clint-eastwood-large-size-2510841.jpg)</div>Gerard turned around, tipped his hat and nodded to the thick woman now in front of him. She looked elegant and had a nice, clean fragrance. He wasn't very competent about women clothing, but her dress looked fancy and expensive. But it wasn't only her dress, nor her attendants. She looked like an important person, with some kind of authority aura around her. A woman of wealth and respect, a powerful woman. And she was talking to him. Good or bad sign? Who knew? He scratched his chin and decided that it was a game he wanted to play.<br/><br/>His voice was low and deep, a little rasping, like he had dust or ashes in his throat. He tried to be polite. "Good afternoon to you, madam. And yes, I think so. I think I'll be around for some time. I'm looking for a job, I mean a honest job, and a place to stay for a while. If I may be of any service..." Gerard didn't complete the sentence. Maybe offering himself as a mercenary, a gun for hire, wasn't a good idea, after all. He looked at the woman, knowing how scruffy and dirty he looked.