The old man listened patiently, both to what was said, and to what wasn't said. "I'll tell you what, boy. You may think you're her white knight, but she's been doing this stuff since...well, since the last time she looked like she does today. It's an infection, in her blood. She's not able to sit around while some innocent is around. Comes from her family, I think. She was held at the mercy of too many people when she was a kid." He cocked a thumb at the entrance to the club.<br/><br/>"He wouldn't let her do this if she was pregnant. No ways in hells. So I doubt she knows. He can smell a lie on her from a mile away. Hell, this whole crew looks at her like she's their own personal guardian angel. She's done more good in this town than Mr. G and all his gold. But she doesn't -need- anyone to save her, except maybe from her self and her own self inflicted punishments." A deep rattling cough as he spoke. Lifting up a bottle of a high class bourbon, he took a swig and offered it to Rayner.<br/><br/>"You need to figure out why you're here, because I doubt it's because she expects you to save her. Hell, you didn't even know she was here until her friend called. Hadn't spoken to her in what...two weeks. I'd say that's a girl that's decided to live on her own." Another look at Rayner and he grinned again.<br/><br/>"Besides, you look like hell. I doubt you could handle what she's doing right now anyways."