With the two other people in the room rejected having him stay with either of them, Julian nodded. They could've at least pretended to hesitate longer before saying no, but Julian understood. He was an unwelcome thorn in their side. One day they'd see it his way, he didn't mind the dislike they had for him now. Julian leaned forward and stood in one motion nodding to the two of them, "I'll go and get myself situated in a room, I'd like to come by your house tonight Madison so you can give me a proper run down on everything without someone listening, Marshall you don't need to be there unless you'd like to be. The conversation may turn.." Julian shrugged, clearly trying to think of a cleaner way of saying what he wanted, "gruesome, I suppose." Julian looked at the two of them again, "Don't worry about cooking, I'll bring food." With that, he gave them a curt nod and walked out the station.<br/><br/>All in all, Julian thought that went well. So far Charley was on his side, kind of. She at least had an understanding of what his long term goal was. His bigger worry was Marshall. They Deputy was innocent, to the point of almost being annoying. What worried Julian more is that there would be a time that either he or Charley would have to kill in cold blood, and if Marshall found out he wondered what the young deputy would do. More importantly, he wondered if Charley would do what was necessary when it came to Marshall turning them in if he felt that it was the just thing to do. Julian made a mental note as he crossed the street to the nearby Saloon not to become close to either one of the two deputies. There may come a day where Julian would have to deal with Charley if she did something to jeopardize his mission.<br/><br/>The Saloon was surprisingly nice, maybe because the location was across from the Sheriff's office and it deterred the lesser mannered people in the region from causing havoc there. Julian walked up to the counter and watched as the mechanical bartender slid down to Julian's spot. The script began and Julian cut off the machine, "Room, Long Stay, Unknown duration."<br/><br/>"Yes Sir! The price will be Forty-Five dollars weekly, is this acceptable?"<br/><br/>Julian was about to answer when Dinkman leaned forward, "Override, Dinkman."<br/><br/>"Override confirmed." The robot slid away as Dinkman slid into the seat next to Julian.<br/><br/>"Sheriff Compton, Im glad you came." Dinkman slid a key to a room over to Julian, "Here. Free of charge until you can get your own place. If you choose to stay here permanently, then thats okay too. Also, feel free to sample any of the women you'd like."<br/><br/>At the mention of the women, Julian looked around. Now he understood why this place was so nice. The criminals knew better than to start something here. Julian thanked Dinkman and took a bottle of whisky with him up to his room. The room was basic, but nice. Clearly designed to bring a woman up and then leave. There was only as bed and a small table. That suited Julian fine, he didn't mind living out of his suitcase for the time being.<br/><br/>Julian took a long shower, he always did if he could afford the time. He cleaned both his skin, and then took the time to clean his arm. The dirt sometimes would jam the gears and that was bad for a gunfighter. It was about an hour and a half before Julian stood naked in from of his suitcase, picking out clothes. He wondered for a moment why he cared what Charley saw him in, but then pushed the thought away remembering that there could be a day where she was on the wrong side of his revolver.<br/><br/>It was about 6:50 in the evening when Julian knocked on Charley's door holding two bags of food from the Saloon, though he'd ordered extra food in his bag in case Marshall had shown up too.