"Thank you," Willa replied, settling into the chair Olinger had gestured to once she'd extended her hand to Lansing too. City council? she wondered silently with a brief smile in the man's direction -- she would have to ask Cal about him later. Whomever he was, Olinger clearly trusted him enough to let the man in on her actual purpose in Austin; as clear a clue as could be offered that Willa should trust him too.
Tea had never been something Willa enjoyed, but she would accept the cup all the same, take a polite sip and busy herself with talking, taking notes, or reviewing whatever files had been gathered thus far. "I didn't get much information from Waco," she offered, "so I'm afraid I'm a bit in the dark as to why Austin's in need of Ranger aid." The city was better equipped than any other she'd seen in Texas, and from Cal's stories, it was mostly due to the man who'd put the kettle on.