Red was not having second thoughts. Second Thoughts had come and gone nearly two years ago as she crossed the Atlantic. Apprehension when she saw where she was expected to stay and work. Misgivings the first time someone showed her how to use a gardening tool as a weapon. Trepidation when she was taught to fire a pistol. Concern when she heard stories of the monsters the hunters had to fight. No, second thoughts had come and gone, leaving steely resolve in their place. She sipped her ale slowly, too polite to turn down the bitter drink.

It was ironic. In the brothel no one paid attention to her as a maid. She was unavailable and not worth their time. Here in the Guild no one paid attention because she was a raw recruit and not worth their time. She didn’t even have the advantage of being a fresh face like the Madame Bellerose. The people here had seen her before, either cleaning in the brothel or the guild hall or on occasion being allowed to train in the courtyard.

She stiffened slightly as a figure slid into the seat next to her.
 "Hello, Fleur. Seems like we're finally going on a hunt. Our first hunt, together. I think I'll enjoy working with you." Devin. Red relaxed. Devin was a shameless flirt, but that didn’t mean as much after working around ‘ladies of negotiable virtue’ for two years. Plus he didn’t know.
 “Bonjour, M. Devin,” she replied softly. “I ‘ope we will ‘ave many successful ‘unts togezer.”