[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme watched Cason as she made his way across the room and stood in front of her as he fiddled with his shirt. [i]Sure you could.[/i] she thought to herself at his response. She inwardly sighed at his answer and rolled her eyes at him, saying it could be dangerous in a town she didn’t know. “Yeah, really dangerous.” she said sarcastically. Little did he know, she had been here before a few years back. She continued to watch him, knowing full well what he was trying to do, but she didn’t give him a reaction. If he wanted to play games, she could do the same. 

Once his shirt was fully on, she leaned up in the chair and grabbed her gun from the table. [i]Like gum on my boot.[/i] she thought to herself at his words. After uncrossing her feet, she looked at his outstretched hand before she pushed it aside and pushed herself out of the chair. Esme walked a little past him before turning and tucking her gun away in the back of her pants and pulling her shirt over it. “Well, seeing as I don’t have a car at the moment, walking is the only way I’m getting anywhere.” she replied. Looking around the room, she noticed her jacket was nowhere to be seen. 

She hoped that Natalia or Sam had grabbed it from the last room before leaving, especially since her car keys were in one of its pockets. She was about to walk to the door when she remembered she had left something in her other jeans. So she walked over to the chair in the corner, picked up her jeans and dug into one of its pockets. She pulled out a little pouch, and for once was glad she added the clip to it. There was now way she could slip it into a pocket of the jeans she wore now, they were slightly too tight for that. 

She lifted her shirt just above the top of her jeans and clipped the pouch to one of the belt loops as she made her way back towards Cason, pulling her shirt down over the top of it. “Alright, let's take a walk.” she said, walking past him and to the door. “And see if we can’t find something decent to eat.”