And now, just as suddenly as it began, it was already over. The threat presented by the ringleader vanished in a flurry of white-furred fury. Missy, it seemed, had her own questions, and some painfully persuasive means of getting answers to those questions.<br/><br/>Before much longer, a couple men from town –newcomers, though she thought she recognized one from last night– collected the cowed bandits. In turn, Victoria collected her strong box from the dead man, and wiped off the fresh blood with her handkerchief. And while the one arm man might have complimented her, she couldn’t help but wince when he turned his ire on the guard. He wasn’t wrong, but seeing as she escaped the holdup with her money and her life, Victoria found herself willing to extend some leeway in the guard’s direction.<br/><br/>“At least no one got hurt. Well, no one that mattered none, anyways,” she acknowledged, with a nod towards the dead man. With a hand on the one arm man’s back, she extended an invitation, “Why don’t you two come by the Belle tonight, and I can show my ‘preciation over a couple drinks, on the house.”<br/><br/>And on that note, she joined back up with Missy, “I will take you up you offer from earlier, and can even make a little time for ya. So long as you don’t mind a conversation while I rinse the dishes. But I only have until evening, because once the sun goes down, my night starts. Now, if you will excuse me, I still need to take care of my business here.”