There was a kind of security in what the pub offered. Though Molly, perhaps, saw safety in much more physical terms than Rena. She tried not to let it show on her face as she thought of the handful of times she’d misjudged and ended up in “unsafe” situations. Traveling alone was not the smartest thing she’d ever done. She would adore Thomas forever for what he said on the first day. Knowing that it wouldn’t be an issue, he still had given her permission to break a man’s hand if he touched her without permission.
Molly gave Rena all due respect as an authority on the topic. Rena knew dancing. So, if she said that the dancing was more drunken carousing, then Molly believed her. Molly didn’t judge the other woman, however, to be any great expert on her own personal past. And finding a gentleman who wouldn’t mind dancing with someone as common as her - while at the same time being the type to keep his hands to himself - sounded like an undertaking. Molly tried to be nonchalant. “Maybe.” But her voice was filled with obvious uncertainty.