Thatch had noticed her hovering around the snack bar and otherwise being unobtrusive, watching with sharp eyes. He knew her by reputation, and had seen her often enough to place a name with the face and a brief description. Right now she looked like a solider looking for trouble to stop. And who was he to disappoint?

"Having fun, Miss?" he asked, uncapping the whiskey bottle and liberally spiking the punch. "It's a riot, isn't it?"