Which makes her kinda unique around these parts. Her eyes sweep over Booker in kind, as if examining his mettle, and once satisfied she smiles. Slow, and sly.
"The pleasure's all mine, Mr. DeWitt. Let's get you some britches 'fore we see what the Good Lord gave you."
She sees shades of the kind of men she works with back in Texas — and that of the men she fights, all the same. So long as he's not drawing on her, she'll do the courtesy of not drawing on him; besides, it's hard to say what he's hiding under that towel, but it's probably no match for her 7 1/2-inch barreled Colt SAA.
She nods over his shoulder, in the direction of the bar. There are banks of food replicators along one wall, one of which she approaches.
"I'm still gettin' used to these things, but they're easier t'use than some computers I've seen. What's your measurements? 'Bout a thirty-two, thirty-three?"
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"S'that right? It's not mine, either."
Which makes her kinda unique around these parts. Her eyes sweep over Booker in kind, as if examining his mettle, and once satisfied she smiles. Slow, and sly.
"The pleasure's all mine, Mr. DeWitt. Let's get you some britches 'fore we see what the Good Lord gave you."
She sees shades of the kind of men she works with back in Texas — and that of the men she fights, all the same. So long as he's not drawing on her, she'll do the courtesy of not drawing on him; besides, it's hard to say what he's hiding under that towel, but it's probably no match for her 7 1/2-inch barreled Colt SAA.
She nods over his shoulder, in the direction of the bar. There are banks of food replicators along one wall, one of which she approaches.
"I'm still gettin' used to these things, but they're easier t'use than some computers I've seen. What's your measurements? 'Bout a thirty-two, thirty-three?"