There was something intimidating about Elizabeth MacMillan. She was smart and abrupt, verging on rudeness. Nevertheless, Mac wasn't a bully. Baxter had had her fair share of bullies. She had been invited into the good doctor's company numerous times. Baxter didn't know what was in it for her. Surely a doctor had better company than a lowly thieving house maid? But she was enjoying the attention, being spoken to like an equal and dining well. She didn't want to give it up so soon.
There was something melancholy about Phyllis Baxter. She'd been put upon all her life and to be faced with all this freedom was overwhelming. Mac wasn't expecting to see such a shy face in the lounge. This was the Adventuress Club, there was no room for timorous ambling. But something in those gentle eyes that had attracted her attention. A wariness that she had seen often enough. This woman needed a place to rest.