There was so much to love about the Wild West. It freed people from their constraints of proper society. When they wanted a fight, they damn well had a knock down drag out wherever they wanted. Bia was always down for watching, maybe even kicking a man back in when he'd strayed a little too far from the action. It was a simpler place where people didn't scheme so much behind the scenes as prefer to shoot you in the face.
It's why Bia had chosen to live there.
Tombstone was a nice place. It had a lot of fun people. It was just hard to get around as a woman on your own. It wasn't anything new, but it was a nuisance. That's why she'd tagged along with her brothers, despite her affinity for much riskier clothing than any proper lady. A few had attempted to put her in her place. They were met with...well, humiliating results. Sometimes, she'd even let her brothers step in and defend her honor.
She hadn't started drinking yet. In fact, she'd just started to come down the stairs when she spotted Kray and Zelos across the street from her window. She'd managed to rent a room in a fine establishment, which wasn't really all that fine, but it had a bed she could crash on so she wouldn't miss any sort of excitement...except when she did. The drinks were good here, not watered down. That was something she could appreciate.
She grabbed a biscuit on her way out and started to break off little pieces as she headed toward her brothers. She was taking her time across the street, not bothering to rush.