Josephine moved quietly along the walls, unnoticed in the dim shadows. She had been delighted to see Malcolm come banging into room. Realizing he had not seen her before he moved to the circle of musicians, she thought she'd sneak up and give him a start before he started banging on that confounded drum. She watched the circle of men as she prepared to approach, ready to pantomine a 'shush' if one of them spotted her as she crept up behind the big man. Something about that York fella gave her pause. His eyes were as cold as his posts on Mudcat. And there was something about the way he was studying Malcolm that made her feel unexpectedly suspicious. When she had a chance, she'd mention it to Dundee. Right now, though, she was going to poke him in his nekked ribs and give him a big hug and howdy!