Elizabeth gave the posh man a look.
“Yeah, I suppose that’s one way to put it…” she mumbled, getting herself one of the offered drinks, then sitting at the counter. She hesitated, but noticed that the others seemed to have received some benefits from the drinks.
After some discussion, it was revealed that the injured young woman knew a little about what was going on. The strike team was after her, or at least she was an objective, but there was an outpost somewhere to be attacked. The young lady requested help, who clearly couldn’t do it alone.
“If it means I can get oi ta oi wiht dat prig again, yeah, I’m coin’ wiht yet,” Rory remarked, finished the last bit of whiskey. He then withdrew his revolvers, placed one on the table, and began reloading them.
Elizabeth, upon hearing the young woman’s plea, slid off her stool and scuttled to the young woman. The dainty brunette stood before the injured girl, and Elizabeth presented the injured girl a little drink: her unstarted glass the others had finished.
“Your leg still looks bad, do you need another one of these?” Elizabeth asked, then smiled, revealing perfectly white, straight teeth.
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