"What in tarnation—oh!" Archie was pulling her from the bar, hand around her wrist, and with a sneer she yanked her hand free. "This is civilization, Hesker, you'd do well to remember that," she said, pleasantly enough but with a bite in her tone. Smoothing her skirts down, she followed him anyway, darting around Rat and the...[i]pungent[/i] old man with the ease of long practice.

Once outside, she rounded on Archie, planting her hands on her hips and glaring. "What the hell is this about, Archibald?" she demanded. "I've got customers in there and you grab me in front of God and everybody? This had better be damn good."