"A beer?  While I agree that a drink would be just the thing, and the chances of a good cup of tea are most inauspicious..." the slight Asian girl said, her voice carrying less of an accent than might be expected.  She slid gracefully off of the saddle and landed neatly next to Jenny--she rode astride, had ever since she and Jenny had teamed up, and didn't seem at all inclined to consider the alternatives.  "Beer?  Truly?"<br/><br/>She made for the saloon, slipping in through the doors, and giving the mostly empty establishment a sour look.<br/><br/>"Most inauspicious indeed.  But perhaps the local selection will be more pleasant than that in the last saloon we visited."<br/><br/>Addressed by the barkeep, she gives the man a playful grin.<br/><br/>"Hey,<em>gwailo</em>!  Cactus Juice for me and my uncle.  And have you any peanuts?  Uncle is hungry."