Yes, she does. I only have ladies in my home office: Eiseley, my wife, Judy Nelson, and others. The Legion Hovel is a different story entirely. Located about four miles away, the denizens there are, well, uncouth, rude, drunken, loutish and if they weren't so danged all-out nice people they'd have ended up like Shame McBride. Remember, just because you've fallen face-down into the gutter and are laying in a pool of your own whiskey-laden vomit doesn't mean you're not a good person, even if you did get the money for the drink by rolling other drunks.