[color=00aeef]FRIEDA RICHTER[/color] - Salem Diner

Brandy furrowed her brow while looking at Frieda; she glanced at Rook then back, “What’s Barney talking about Frieda?” Barney looked at Frieda and egged her to tell with his eyes, “Di…did you shoot at Rook? Why? He had a white flag, that means he comes in peace, or in war means he surrendered.” 

Frieda took a breath and tried to wave Brandy down.  "I shot [i]towards[/i] him, yes -- just as a warning -- and I didn't see the white flag.  Right away.  Ahem."  This was not going well.

Brandy's mouth fell open slightly, “Why? He just wants the same thing we all do, to live as peacefully as we can and build a community.” She looked as though she might start to cry.

Frieda watched as the man behind the bar slammed some meat onto the counter in front of Rook and felt her stomach turn.

"Ahh...y-yeah...maybe..." she stuttered, turning her focus back to the ruined bar countertop immediately in front of her.  Frieda looked to her left, as though to say something to the man with the skin that was too good to be true, and instead saw Steve standing there and mumbling to him.  Startled, she turned back towards Brandy.  Something about the woman tugged hard on her heart strings.  Brandy wasn't just playing at being sweet, she seemed to genuinely believe what she was saying.  Frieda knew a couple of those types back home.

"Don't...don't be like that, all right.  I..." she sighed, heavily, then looked at Rook.  "I'm [i]sorry[/i], okay?"  She waited until Brandy's back was turned before she leaned over towards Rook.  "I swear to whatever is important in this world that the very second you give me a single [i]reason[/i] to shoot at you, my aim will be true and deadly.  Do you hear me?" she hissed.

"So!" she cried cheerfully at the man behind the bar.  "What's a girl gotta do to get a beer around here?"