Long legs stretched out before her bearing their darkened fishnets and black boots.  Leather pushed against the seat before her while the woman stretched out without seeming to notice anyone watching or even being present.  Her body suitably comfortable and on display she plopped the plate of food on her stomach to pick on while she watched the meeting.  One hand reached upward to tip her hat forward as if she might fall asleep except for the munching of food in her mouth.  That she insisted on sucking each flavor from her fingertips and had apparently selected only the crunchiest of items to eat was another signifier of her lack of compassion for her fellow listeners.  When the young man who had made a joker earlier spoke to her she only peeked at him from under her hat.<br/><br/>“Well I ain’t ever been on to turn down a bit’o hospitality.  ‘Specially when that offer’n involved a touch of the good stuff.  Bet’n I be tak’n a beer though.  Ain’t much fer that foreign stuff.”<br/><br/>The plate of food was simply tossed onto the ground with whatever remains were on the surface.  Legs lifted from the chair before her and then collided with the ground.  Beneath her seat she plucked out the envelope, stuffing the form into a side pocket of her duster.<br/>