Well, now. Where Kate grew up, it wasn't unheard of to have a cotillion every now and then. She's always loved dances and shindigs, rubbing elbows with folk she don't otherwise get the chance to meet, but this is something different altogether.
She's not sure what possessed her to sign up, but it has been awful lonely being stuck up here in space away from everything she's used to, and she figured getting to know somebody new wouldn't hurt her in the long run. It's fitting in that takes some effort. She's usually going around these halls in a pair of worn boots and a cowboy hat, six-shooter strapped to her hip; tonight, she's got on a gold dress she demanded a couple more inches be put on, no matter what folk are wearing these days. It comes to her knees and covers much more of her back, and it's still a little more scandalous than what she's used to.
She checks the table number on her card three times before she picks up the bracelet, smiling softly. She startles just slightly when she hears the voice over her shoulder, looking up — and she's only five-feet tall, so that's a lot of up to look — to catch John's eyes.
"No. Not at all."
She tucks her chin against her chest and absently pushes at a stray lock of hair, looking for all the world like a shy schoolgirl and not a hardened outlaw. Her voice is soft and sweet, tinged with a Texas lilt.
"Thank you. I'm afraid I didn't get you anythin'."
Sorry for the delay, Sugar!
She's not sure what possessed her to sign up, but it has been awful lonely being stuck up here in space away from everything she's used to, and she figured getting to know somebody new wouldn't hurt her in the long run. It's fitting in that takes some effort. She's usually going around these halls in a pair of worn boots and a cowboy hat, six-shooter strapped to her hip; tonight, she's got on a gold dress she demanded a couple more inches be put on, no matter what folk are wearing these days. It comes to her knees and covers much more of her back, and it's still a little more scandalous than what she's used to.
She checks the table number on her card three times before she picks up the bracelet, smiling softly. She startles just slightly when she hears the voice over her shoulder, looking up — and she's only five-feet tall, so that's a lot of up to look — to catch John's eyes.
"No. Not at all."
She tucks her chin against her chest and absently pushes at a stray lock of hair, looking for all the world like a shy schoolgirl and not a hardened outlaw. Her voice is soft and sweet, tinged with a Texas lilt.
"Thank you. I'm afraid I didn't get you anythin'."