"There's not many folk the Miss don't like. Still, I like t'think she's got good taste."
Makes it easier, being in a room with countless weapons, not sweating bullets every time. Waiting for that one fatal card game, or that one ill-advised insult, to end her time here.
She knocks back the rest of her drink and straightens.
"Pleasure. I promise not t'wear you out. Outside first, I reckon, but feel free t'stop me if somethin' particular snags your attention."
She tips her hat, and leads the way to the back door. They'll pass the kitchens, staff hallway, infirmary, and restrooms on their way out.
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"There's not many folk the Miss don't like. Still, I like t'think she's got good taste."
Makes it easier, being in a room with countless weapons, not sweating bullets every time. Waiting for that one fatal card game, or that one ill-advised insult, to end her time here.
She knocks back the rest of her drink and straightens.
"Pleasure. I promise not t'wear you out. Outside first, I reckon, but feel free t'stop me if somethin' particular snags your attention."
She tips her hat, and leads the way to the back door. They'll pass the kitchens, staff hallway, infirmary, and restrooms on their way out.