It had been well over a day since Plissken had last said anything to her. He hadn't even yelled at her for lagging behind. All he did was stare at her with this burning glare that never seemed to stop. Even the gun shot wound to his leg seemed to be ignored due to the irritation that bled from him every second of the day. The bar they had arrived at a few hours early really wasn't such a surprise given his manner for the past 24 hours.

Now she was left standing at the bar watching him across the room. His expression when his eye fell on her hadn't changed much even if his demeanor had relaxed noticeably. His eye was still hard and burning when it came to her in his constant surveillance of the room. Brazen couldn't take the silent treatment. She'd gotten it her whole life in the academy. For awhile Plissken had been different. He'd saved her life up in the pass and she couldn't imagine anyone back on The Force doing that for her. They probably would have let her die.

Brazen turned around leaning on the bar trying to work Plissken out. She had been trained to do this and yet even with everything she knew he surprised her. Then again that was his trademark. He kept everyone off guard. Sipping her drink she looked up in the mirror behind the bar. He was still looking at her though his expression was slowly losing the insane edge it had bore since their argument. She guessed he must finally be getting drunk.

Her drink was almost empty and she debated getting another when she was approached by one of the other patrons. He looked nice enough and she could use the company. Traveling over the past month with Plissken had cut off her ability to talk to most other people. He was far too suspicious to sit and talk most of the time or people kept their distance giving such a wide berth to her and Snake that she didn't have a chance to talk.

"Can I get you a drink?"

Brazen shrugged and then nodded. Her eyes watched the bartender with the drinks.

"Terrible weather we're having."

She shook her head again to her companion and looked up from her empty glass finally.

"I'm starting to hate the snow." She smiled faintly.

"It's dangerous to travel this time of year alone." It seemed to be a harmless comment. "Do you want some company?"

Brazen didn't care much for his tone or the implications that lay under his words.

"I'm not really alone." Her eyes moved back to the mirror but Plissken was gone. Suddenly she felt uneasy with where this situation had landed her especially when one of his companions arrived.

"You seem to be alone right now."

Brazen was about to reply when she noticed their gazes shift behind her.

"She's with me." Brazen could smell the reek of vodka and by the low gravelly tone of the voice she didn't need to look. She was well aware of who was behind her and why she hadn't seen him in his seat.

"It doesn't look like it now."

Brazen grimaced at the man's reply knowing Snake was already angry and probably drunk. She pressed closer to the bar figuring the best course of action was to get out of the way. Plissken didn't reply but Brazen could sense the angry heat radiating from his body behind her. A quick glance to the bar mirror and she could see the way his jaw was set. He was looking to fight and it seemed the men in front of her were going to oblige his desires.

It was a stand-off between the man who had approached her and the one just over her left shoulder. The tension was building so much that her muscles started to tighten.

"She owes me for the drink and she has to pay me for it." Brazen pushed back bumping into Plissken when the man who'd bought the drink reached for her arm. The situation was handled with split second reflexes. Brazen didn't even see the hit coming. Plissken had his wrist in a vice like grip before he managed to get anywhere near Brazen. He came around hard with his right fist over Brazen's head sending the aggressor back into his accomplice. There was a sharp crack that she could only imagine were teeth or bones giving way under the punch. That was all it required to stir up a brawl.

Two men from the left went for Plissken. The first was cracked hard in the bridge of the nose by the signature head butt that Snake seemed to rely on. The other hit Snake right in the mouth but Plissken stood his ground barely wavering under the blow. Brazen imagined the man must either be weak or Snake was too furious and drunk to notice he'd been hit. Snake and the one who busted his lip started boxing for lack of better description on Brazen's part.

She'd never seen him fight outside of a few blurry security tapes and it peaked her interest. He had a grace and power to how he fought. It spoke mostly of his training and no doubt his lack of fear or that is how Brazen imagined it. Then she realized why he was fighting and her cheeks flared crimson hot. This was competition over her.

Brazen looked down feeling a wave of shyness. It was a mistake to take her eyes away from the crowd. Someone grabbed her from behind and instantly she cried out for Snake. It distracted him from his fight and he took a full blow to the face. Brazen struggled with the person who had chicken-winged her arms but they were too strong.

Fear started to take hold of Brazen when she couldn't get loose. Then without explanation the grip on her elbows loosened. She pulled free and pressed her back to the bar moving away. The reason became obvious when she saw the revolver barrel snug against her attacker's temple. The hammer was pulled back and Plissken appeared even more dangerous then usual with the stream of blood running from his mouth. She could see his teeth clenching down and the twitch in his cheek muscles every now and then. If Brazen had to guess she would have to say Plissken was in the market for killing. Brazen backed farther down the bar. Hands were raising quickly in relent to his control and the revolvers he had out. Plissken pulled the gun back and motioned with a clipped nod of the head for them to leave. They didn't argue.

Snake reholstered his guns and looked Brazen over. It was a critical examination like one would check a vehicle for damage after a collision. He must've been satisfied with whatever it was he was looking for because he was back to the bar next to Brazen ordering a drink more swiftly then Brazen could process the recent events. She noticed he had started to ignore her again.

"Snake, I'm sorry." She looked over at the blood on his mouth feeling a pang of guilt for getting him injured. He didn't even acknowledge her or at least didn't let on that he had.

"We should clean up your wound." The blood stream had her worried and she touched his forearm looking to get his attention.

"Don't fucking touch me." He recoiled from her hand shooting her a callous glance from the corner of his eye. Brazen stood there watching him for a time. He seemed to be even more irate then he had been earlier in the day. Brazen knew just about everything there was to know about Snake Plissken but she still couldn't conclude the reason for his moody behavior.

He was cross with her and then came to her rescue and now he was back to the same annoyance with her presence. It didn't make any sense to Brazen. This was overly temperamental even for Plissken. Brazen bit her lip debating on speaking again.

"Are you still angry about the other day?" It was the only thing she could think to say.

"I'm not angry." His voice had a snap to it but it wasn't quite fury. She watched him turn fully so his good eye was on her. His vision tracked down to the floor. When it returned his one blue eye narrowed.

"I'm going outside." He left his half finished drink and quickly disappeared out the door. Brazen had no intention of staying in the bar alone after the incident. She followed him and stepped out into damp cold air. Snake was leaning on the wall and already staring at her by the time she noticed him in the dark beyond the light given off by the torch over the door.

"Snake…"