And this was where things could get really tricky really quick, she shrugged, mouthing: 'you okay?' as she fished her notepad out of her pocket, hoping that he wasn't seeing triple just yet, and could still make out handwriting.
She hardly looked like a threat, short and compact with a mass of curls, mostly held down by a battered cadet's cap, the brim pinned back with an old fashioned punched-tin sheriff's badge.