He sensed her before he saw her. A cautious but optimistic soul, young in age and yet rather familiar with the darker side of life...not that anyone would know this merely by glancing at her for a moment.
No, it would take a lot more observing to get a full understanding of her life, as well as her current state of mind. She had been on a troublesome path as of late, at least from where he was standing: shunning the company of young gentlemen, wearing masculine clothing, engaging in activities rather unbecoming for a young lady...and, dare he say it, uttering profanities like a common man of the sea. This simply could not do.
Two gloved fists would clench and loosen at the sight of her, almost as if he planned some kind of attack...if not instead remembering the feel of an absent weapon.
No, this would not do. Not as a slap in the face of civilized society, where men wore the suits and women, the gowns. Some sort of talking-to, perhaps, would be required for Miss Mayfield's unorthodox approach to living. In fact...if Mr. Delbert Grady guessed rightly, which he almost always did...he would need to correct her. Thoroughly...and soon.
The girl was about to turn the corner, a few happy thoughts snug in her mad little mind and a whistle coming out of her mouth. Good. He could feign his own delight at seeing her acting so lively..
"Ah, young Mistress Mayfield! I'm so honored to be meeting you at last!"
...For a while.
( @Max Mayfield )