If Tahoma had thought Victoria an exotic beauty already, the way her face lit up from her laugh after examining his coin, made him feel as if his heart had skipped several beats.  He couldn't help but smile himself, a rarity for the usually somber Navajo.  It took a moment for his brain to catch up, but her mention of the mine snapped him back to his reason for being here among these strange intruders.  "Why?  Why do they dig into the mountain?"  He asked, curious if these people knew of the evil within and sought it out deliberately or were simple victims, ignorant of the what they were getting themselves into.  These bilagáana had no connection to the land, it made them ignorant and well...loco.<br/><br/>When she returned with his whiskey he held the glass in his hand, pondering the wisdom of his choice as he considered the liquid and what it could do to him.  Her next question puzzled him, he had no conception of the concept of prostitution.  He looked up at her, his face the picture of naivete as began to ask what she meant by 'company'?  He didn't get much opportunity to ask his question when a fight broke out at the next table.  More out of reflex than any particular intent he had a knife at the skinny man's throat before he could retaliate for his bleeding friend.  "Leave them be."  His voice was calm and gentle, despite the threat of violence from the razor sharp blade.