Edith Mountford-Miles liked the way that the firearm felt in her hands, perhaps a little too much. She had only taken the gun because she was secretly plotting a way to accidentally shoot her brother in the back of her head.. But that was all forgotten as those dark eyes of hers fell upon a rather handsome looking man.
"Lovely hunt, isn't it?" the brunette woman asked him as she walked up behind him, waiting until his gun was lowered so she would not startle him and run the risk of being shot. "I do not believe we have met," she said, a usual sense of demanding in her voice. "I am Edith Mountford-Miles."