"That is true," she said with a chuckle. "I admit it." She was about to thank Quentin for letting her join, but the drunken man was now talking and putting his hands on her. She made a most comical face at the smell of the man's rancid breath, and she ducked free of his arm. "You will not touch me, sir," she said with a warning glint in her eyes. She was about to punch the man in his gut if he did not comply. Then she looked at Quentin and said, "My name is Claire Devereaux, and this is an opportunity I've been looking for. Thank you."