Charles Renmont was a treat when he wasn't medicated to the point of unconsciousness. She wondered what he would have been like when she was young. Would he have been gallant enough to steal her away to her freedom? Juliette liked to imagine so but all she had was the now, the pale, sickly thing that still managed to perform and earn his daily bread. And he was alive - something she craved deep in her marrow whether she wanted to admit it or not.
She couldn't help chuckling - delicious desert flower? He was in a good mood. "You may be surprised. There's the train station, the airfield - people constantly coming and going, looking for a distraction we happily provide." Tucson wasn't exactly a hub of international trade but it was growing rather rapidly for where it was and copper was still flowing out of the mountains.
Darkly-lined eyes lifted to meet his gaze in amusement as he turned to face her properly, a neat eyebrow lifting with her curiosity. It took effort to fight back her smile as he lifted her hand and kissed it but his question took her aback. Juliette searched his face for a moment, deciding that the truth was likely not the answer he was looking for. "Where ever my feet are and whatever way is forward," she answered finally, lifting her hand from his waist to hook a finger in his shirt collar, tugging him gently down as she lifted on her toes to sneak in a proper kiss - nevermind the carnival patrons as they came and went.