Karen had just heard that Dutch had taken an orphan under the gang’s wing, and she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it. It was probably the whiskey clouding her judgment.

Sitting on a log, she took a swig from her flask, glancing sideways at the little one beside her.

With a raised eyebrow and her head tilted slightly, she scrutinized the kid, unsure of how to approach the situation.

Kids weren't her forte, especially with her penchant for drinking. But that didn't mean she couldn't try, right?

“Arthur said you bite,” she quipped, trying to sound playful.

Smooth move, Karen. Great conversation starter.