Careful not to catch her skirt, Vera stepped up into the cabin of the Peugeot, and settled on the bench. She caught a glimpse of Shay turning the crank for the engine and allowed herself a small smile, she wondered how he felt, having a complicated woman such as herself, dropped right into his lap, to look after, and now they were assigned a task, which if it went south, would likely tarnish the Roughers name. 

            As the engine rumbled to life, Shay sidled into the bench beside her, shutting the door to the cabin, the Peugeot prattled on down the road, it was here that he made his apologies, for he thought it best to take care of their needed purchases, as well as pay the market a visit to pick up some ingredients, for dinner and perhaps breakfast tomorrow. 

"No need to apologize Mr. Alden, I think it best we take care of the essentials so that we're not slacking behind when tomorrow comes. As for food, well, I can't say that I'm a fantastic cook, but I can certainly try my best. So where shall we head off to first? There's a store in Greenwich, it's a bit of a ways from here, but they've nice articles of clothing, especially for gentlemen such as yourself." 

          From under the shielded lip of the cloche perched precariously on her head, she could see Shay when she shifted her eyes sideways, perhaps it was the discussion between Tommy and Sam that left her sitting on edge, the two glasses of whiskey, and her julep left her nerves stroked painfully thin. There was a nagging notion that pestered her, [i]why[/i] had Sam cast her off with this Irishman? Sure she knew that he trusted him, but how could [i]she[/i] trust him?

"Mr. Alden, if you beg my pardon, as I'm sure you will find my language lewd, but have you ever been with a woman?" Depending on his reply, Vera felt that she could determine how well she could trust him.