McCoy raised his tankard, taking a long draught from it and narrowing his eyes (or eye), brows drawing together. She wasn't your everyday wench - there was nobility in her. He was a doctor, he knew these things...and he clearly wasn't the only one who had noticed, if the stares were anything to go by.
He watched as she seated herself at the bar and began looking around furtively, as though searching for someone. In a place like this, people only ever really came looking for three things - drink, sex or a ship. And in his opinion, she didn't look the type for the first two.
An idea began to form in his mind - this could work in his favour. But he stayed where he was for now, keeping a close eye, just to make sure that she wasn't hanging around in search of anything else. She might not have looked it, but you never knew sometimes.
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He watched as she seated herself at the bar and began looking around furtively, as though searching for someone. In a place like this, people only ever really came looking for three things - drink, sex or a ship. And in his opinion, she didn't look the type for the first two.
An idea began to form in his mind - this could work in his favour. But he stayed where he was for now, keeping a close eye, just to make sure that she wasn't hanging around in search of anything else. She might not have looked it, but you never knew sometimes.