This dilemma is fast approaching, because as soon as she's within speaking distance, that's just what she does.
"Howdy. Kate Barlow."
She pauses, an unusual air of uncertainty hitching her movements. Generally speaking, she's spit and vinegar with a hellfire glint in her eye, but at this moment she's thrown just far enough off her game to debate whether she should offer him a handshake before she eventually does.
She's small, standing no taller than five-foot-one-inch, but her hands are strong and calloused, lips tucked into the shallowest frown, and she's giving off the distinct air of a woman you don't want to trifle with.
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"Howdy. Kate Barlow."
She pauses, an unusual air of uncertainty hitching her movements. Generally speaking, she's spit and vinegar with a hellfire glint in her eye, but at this moment she's thrown just far enough off her game to debate whether she should offer him a handshake before she eventually does.
She's small, standing no taller than five-foot-one-inch, but her hands are strong and calloused, lips tucked into the shallowest frown, and she's giving off the distinct air of a woman you don't want to trifle with.