[There seemed to be an almost lighter air around Elza as she sat towards the end of a saloon. She still hadn't joined in with trying to convince others, but the gunner seemed to have accepted her position here more than when they'd all first been forced to this western town.

She nursed a large glass of ale in her hand where she sat quietly staring at the amber liquid within. If somebody looked closely, they might even see that there was a satisfied smile on her lips, regardless of how subtle it was.

It looked as though she was actually in the mood for company.]