Her smile never falters, but in the time it takes him to size her up she's doing the same. He's sharp, she notes; smart, too, not to take his attention off her. Not that she'd do anything unsavory in this place, but you never can tell what might occur. He's got the markings of a fighting man.
His last remark makes her laugh, soft and lilting, something like the babbling of a brook on a clear spring day. She's Texas born and raised, and it shines through in her Southern twang.
"We wouldn't want that. It might take some explainin' t'get you some clothes, but me bein' a good Samaritan and all, I reckon I can help."
She rises from her seat, and with little hesitation she holds out her hand, calloused from steal and leather.
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Her smile never falters, but in the time it takes him to size her up she's doing the same. He's sharp, she notes; smart, too, not to take his attention off her. Not that she'd do anything unsavory in this place, but you never can tell what might occur. He's got the markings of a fighting man.
His last remark makes her laugh, soft and lilting, something like the babbling of a brook on a clear spring day. She's Texas born and raised, and it shines through in her Southern twang.
"We wouldn't want that. It might take some explainin' t'get you some clothes, but me bein' a good Samaritan and all, I reckon I can help."
She rises from her seat, and with little hesitation she holds out her hand, calloused from steal and leather.
"Kate Barlow."