[i]She ordered a coffee, and found a booth to sit in, slipping out of her leather jacket and bandolier. She stepped out of her boots, knowing she'd have to dump the water out eventually. There wasn't an inch of her that was dry, and she knew she needed to find the man she was looking for regardless of her own situation, and because he probably had some extra dry stuff lying around. He'd saved her life before, and she owed him her help.[/i]