She nodded politely to each of the men, murmuring, "Nice to meet you, gentlemen. I am Claire Devereux," she offered a hand to one, and then the other. She was not flirting, she was trying to be more equal. It might look preposterous to the rest of the world, but Miss Claire Devereaux was truly enjoying the adventure regardless of the old fuddy-duddy, one pouty Mister Scott. He could suck on a toad from the bayou while a gator loomed off in the distant, murky mires... He would wilt in the bayou, she thought. Would he wilt in a cave? She felt no shame at her thoughts.

Ahem, she sniffed and turned her attention to someone else, and soon lost all thoughts of Mister Scott. She adjusted her knapsack, a little heavy for her but she would not complain. Even the innkeeper had smirked at her for what she was doing, earning a side-eye from the redhead well before she left the inn. If anyone happened to stare, why... she would let them gawk to their heart's content.