When the man was no longer looking at her, she gave a shudder of distaste, but she didn't say anything more to the man because there was no need to. He was as disgusting as they made them, it seemed to her. She'd rather face a gator in the bayou before letting the Letcher touch her again. The young woman turned her gaze toward Quentin and relaxed, her expression now neutral because she was neither amused, nor upset anymore. She fully intended to do her part, being a hands on sort. She wasn't just a bored socialite, she liked a good thrill and was willing to work for it. Her parents loathed her choices, telling her she should have married by now and what not. Who needed marriage when there was a whole world to explore?

She then turned her attention to the map on the table, she tilted her head to study it.