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Trinity laughed at Bri-... Taylor as he began to walk back into the tavern. She followed him, but stay farther behind. Trinity sat a bit away, having a small conversation with a few of her old and drunk crew members. Maybe she could get some of them to join the new crew Isabel was now forming. She looked up as a gruff man walked in and started over to Taylor. She remembered him from somewhere, but couldn't really say where. She had met so many people in her life that after a while, they all began to blur together. Trinity made no move to sit near them, but kept her ear more on them than the drunken rambling of her old crew. She snickered at the "sprat" comment, but was soon pulled out of her humorous mood as the man began to insult her. Trinity growled lowly, but kept her head calm. However, as he directly made an insult at her, Trinity snapped and she turned just in time to see Taylor pull his pistol on the man. Under normal circumstances Trinity might have cared, but this guy had just insulted both her crew and herself. Instead, she stood calmly next to Taylor and looked at the man. Trinity gave the man a sarcastic pat on the arm and said simply, "Maybe it's time for ya to go, tough guy,"