The thing about a pilot bar was that strangers were noticed. The flyboys were gathering in knots around the room to dare each other to go over and take a look at the female in the corner and ask her out. Zinda was already a known factor. They'd learned long ago that she'd bite if and when she wanted.
The stranger looked she like could bite. Hard. Even Zinda was taking note in a curious but not really interested way.
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