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No reply had sounded from the door left wide open.  Not one peep from the afformentioned brooding woman or anyone else, just a cold, dismal silence that made Claudia shiver.  The prospect of the Parliament sending a spy was unnerving enough to deal with, but with just the boy Collin, one measly flintlock, and a badly wounded Etoiles to defend her, Claudia prayed she wasn't going to be attacked anytime soon.

Steadily her hand reached for the pistol in her garter until Etoiles called her attention from the doorway with a question...about Minerva.

Claudia sighed, a bothersome frown contorting her lips.  [color=ed145b]"I'd rather not let Miss Gloom and Doom lead us, Ettie dear, but Minerva does have that strong mentality that I lack.  I suppose we must await her orders and stand still for the moment.  If we act too recklessly again, it might end up being the death of us all."[/color]  She smirked, a soft giggle.  [color=ed145b]"And you already know that, don't you sweetie?  I'll send word to her again.  She's probably busy sulking somewhere."[/color]  That last bit Claudia added a bitter bite.  Minerva had the right mind to lead the Rebellion, but Claudia could sense the woman's intentions were elsewhere.

She didn't want this tension to tear apart the Rebellion however.

As she bandaged the last of Etoiles wounds, still she couldn't shake that ill feeling of being watched.  Someone was out there, but...who?

[color=ed145b]"Hmmm..."[/color]  Claudia bit her lip nervously.  [color=ed145b]"Stay here, sweetie.  I'm going to check something for a moment."[/color]  She stepped out into the cool night air, a faint metallic click resounding as she lifted her dress and brandished the flintlock pistol.

Carefully she crept around back, bare feet tiptoeing across the cobblestones.  There was someone spying on them alright, and that very someone Claudia had dead in her sights.  With a smirk she aimed the pistol at them, barely seeing the outline of their figure in the dim light of the window, and spoke, [color=ed145b]"Sorry honey, but the tavern's closed for the night.  Guess you'll have to drink your fill elsewhere."[/color]