Red isn't exactly a social butterfly. Oh, sure, she shares the barn amicably enough and she laughs and smiles and even on he rodd days working in the tavern she's very friendly, but she's not really social. What can she way? She's the lone wolf type, or something.

Anyway, she's sort of being social and sort of not, knocking against a set of shelves near Adelaide's desk. Her shirt, black cotton, is whole and unmarred by blood or battle, the deep, dark red leather trousers cleaned up so they nonlonger have that tragic battle vibe. All in all she looks cleaner and less brittle, and she has something under her arm.

"This a bad time, Captain?"