Letty Ortiz is not exactly a stranger in town at this point; she's been hanging around for a month now, talking to people and getting to know Salvation, letting Salvation get to know her. But she's definitely not one of its members, never will be, for one very important reason that she's never once tried to hide or defer: the worn smooth badge she wears prominently on her hip.

So of course the reception she's gotten has varied, from combative with local law enforcement and those less savory and too stupid to bother practicing even the slightest bit of artifice, to politely neutral from those that would just rather she keep moving on, to cordial from those that appreciate someone willing to deal with them as straightforward as Letty is. She isn't here to bother legitimate businesses, she's made clear. She's not here to challenge the claims of hard working citizens, like so many government officials seem to be lately. She has, in fact, backed a few of the pushier railroad representatives off when she's been asked to step in by desperate homesteaders.

But she's still the law, and a woman, and very clearly darker skinned than most people are willing to easily tolerate in a position of authority to boot. She doesn't care most days but some days it wears on her that she doesn't really belong anywhere, and this is one of them, especially knowing she isn't welcome in the Gold-Dust as well as she does. This has happened a couple times, someone she's trying to talk to wants to test her mettle, wants to see if she'll come in here, which she always does because she knows how to mind herself in a place like this. Harry Starks likes it clean. So does she. She pays for her drinks, she keeps her voice down, she's polite if a little curt to the staff, she doesn't try to throw her weight around and she leaves as soon as her business is done.

Which is exactly what she's trying to do now, but her contact is late. She sighs, orders and pays for another drink, taking her hat off long enough to push some of her hair back under it before settling it firmly back down and glancing around.